A Short Story Based on Rinmaru's AscensionI heard the legends as a kid, and I never thought they could be true...
It never made sense to me, at any age. I have a better time understanding the concepts of Reincarnation than Ascension. To me, it has no major role in my life at all. The only part of the legends I liked was of that one girl with the pure white hair. It was because she, physically, was a lot like me. We both had that hair, the pure white hair that could distinguish you as friend or foe from miles away. In the legend though, that pure white hair meant you were a foe. So, at a really young age mind you, I began dying my hair black. But that's when I found something out that made me hate my hair forever; no matter how much dye I put in my hair or how often I dyed it, there would always be pure white strands as if they were never touched by the hair dye. It was like my hair was reminding me of some identity I didn't have, and in protest it would not conform to the chemicals of standard and high grade hair dye.
KH AU: WindowsWindows...
It was like looking through windows into other worlds. Xion stood with eyes wide open in awe. She came into this room often (it would only open for her any way) and she could never completely take in the windows into the other worlds. Her favorite window was the one where she could see all of her friends, but differently. It was another world where she existed but was not remembered. It was another world where Sora and Roxas and Xion herself were practically the same person but split in separate ways. It was another world where Xemnas, Xehanort, and Ansem of Darkness were also the same person but slit in separate ways. It was another world were things were different... but still oddly the same.
To avoid confusion of some kind, she only addressed her other self as Number XIV. Likewise, her other self only referred to her as Xion. Although they were the same, Number XIV seems as if she knows more. Does she though, being inside the heart of a Sora who is the center of everythin
Ninjago: Zane's Journal: Minerva Entry 10A man is not completely born until he be dead: Why then should we grieve that a new child is born among the immortals?
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My student and I have begun our new project. My student, Richard, has dubbed the project; 'Subject- Annabelle' in memorial of his recently departed daughter. This 'Subject- Annabelle' will be very much like my own Zane, but still very different and unique. This new robotic human will be able to age. Yes, age! Granted, this 'aging' ability would require the use of many different 'skins' to reflect this growing nature, but my student is prepared for this sort of casualty. 'Subject- Annabelle' will be completely built by my student, but I will oversee everything. That does not mean, however, that 'Subject-Annabelle' is free from my own personal programming. She will be loaded with all the same basic coding, wiring, and encryption that I had given Zane. But in technical terms, she would be her own unique creation. It makes me proud of my
Ninjago: Zane's Journal: Minerva Entry 9A robot can obey orders given to it its human being, except where orders conflict with the First Law.
-Rule #2 of the Three Laws of Robotics, abridged
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I have been letting the others take turns in writing entries in this journal. This is due to the fact that my view is not the only one used as Minerva grows. Who knows? Maybe one day, Minerva will be able to write in this journal herself. I must admit though, I have encrypted certain entries and content to keep Kai's wish that she never properly know of Lloyd. As previously stated, I do not agree with Kai's idea, but I must keep it. My father did give me knowledge of the Three Laws of Robotics, and as I feel it is my duty to keep a good counsel on them as seeing my nature as a robotic creation.
Minvera is growing quite well. She finds Cole's father very funny, and she knows she can find comfort in the rest of us. Unfortunately, she has entered the 'terrible twos' and frequents in tempers. However, she had begun to do some
Ninjago: Zane's Journal: Minerva Entry 8People like us, we gotta stick together; Keep your head up, nothing lasts forever.
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Dear older Minerva... I'm sure you've grown a lot. Being raised by Kai, I'm sure you're stubborn enough. As Lloyd's daughter, I'm also sure that you are humble and as caring as I remember Lloyd being. You are 18 months now as I write this, and you are special. Don't get me wrong, you'll always be special, but the times I can spend with you are made even more special.
You are not my child. I know that... but there are moments were I openly lash out at you because I fear you are too alike to Montgomery. I'm sorry for those moments, I'm sure they've scared you as much as they've scared me. You are nothing like Montgomery at your age (at any age) and that means that you are your own person. Make your own mistakes, and learn from them. I love you... but it is hard not to love you like my own child.
From, your 'great-aunt' Nya
Ninjago: Zane's Journal: Minerva Entry 7Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless.
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Hello, it's Kai. I've decided to write an entry in Zane journal about Mina. Don't worry, I asked! Honest! I've wanted to say some things about Mina as well that I may never be able to communicate the same way again when she is older.
Alright, so Mina has starting to say more intelligent things now and today she looked and me and said 'Popop.' Not long after, Jay started to laugh so I have a feeling that he told her to do that. But you know, I'm actually kind of proud she recognizes me like that. Don't get me wrong, I love that little twerp as much as I do Nya. But 'Popop'? Not only am I going to pummel Jay for making Mina do that, but it's going to take a while to smack that 'Popop' out of her vocabulary. I am her surrogate grandfather, not popcorn.