Vaylnn, Star hopper
Vanio: “Hey Amanoth”
Amanoth: “What”
Vanio: “When I was dead, I saw millions of others like me, who were they?”
Amanoth: “The billion of your incarnations who came before you.”
Vanio: “...What were they like?”
Amanoth: ”There was a billion of them, can’t generalize that much.”Vanio: “Can you… pick one?”
Amanoth sharply inhales before starting
“...About 200 million years ago, there lived an incarnation of Amanoth; she named herself Vaylnn, no one ever wholly knew why, and eventually she couldn’t recall herself.
Akin to other incarnations, she had no family, only herself, any friends she made, and one ominous –but correct– voice in her head.
The voice always told her of how she was insignificant among the cosmos, that, when all was said and done, she could never touch a star, nor another planet, nor another galaxy, nor anything else in the vast expanse of the universe. Only what she could walk to.
Vaylnn would not take this for an answer.
So she studied the magics and sciences necessary and assembled a crew, all of whom challenged the exact same fact. And with their combined abilities, they set for flight in their crudely fashioned rocket.
They initially didn’t find all too much, just what space really is. An empty, cold void with occasional bubbles of gas or rock. It had been 4 years since they started did they finally arrive at the next planet over.
I thought she was just going to learn that I was right, but for whatever reason, she kept going further.
She took the magic she was made from, and used it to amplify the magic of the rocket. Sure, it reduced her life span by amounts you would never imagine, but in place, her crew could now move so fast as to be at new star systems in mere minutes. It was impressive, really.
That’s how Vaylnn spent the rest of her life. Jumping between stars and planets for the sake of exploration, though, she never did leave her galaxy.
She had an… ultimately uneventful death.
Her exploration led her to a planet with a more… hostile environment then her home.
She died by being attacked by the, according to her, “adorable and tame wildlife.” “
Vanio had passed out listening to Amanoth, sleeping peacefully as Amanoth began to grapple with the fact they just told Vanio a bedtime story.
