Scene 5: Touching upon the time laws.

Although this was merely a fragmented memory within Neklous's consciousness, the Ookami walked over to his child self and placed a hand on his shoulder. The child could not see nor feel him and it was the same as with the others. Looking at his younger self, Neklous could see the distant look in the child doll blue eyes that he had presently.

The look contained neither sadness or anger.. neither rage or sanity. The child version of Neklous felt nothing toward his family members who had so ruthlessly beat him half to death.

Having placed his hand upon the kids shoulders, Neklous subconsciously imagined the kid without bruises. Just as he did so, the bruises suddenly disappeared from the kid's body.

"What.. is this.. I thought this was just a memory.. I remember not healing for months after that beating when I was a kid.." Neklous exclaimed with a slightly shocked yet still calm voice.

"These fragmented dreamed and memories are simply lessons created in a way so that you understand. The lesson in this fragment is that Time.. eventually heals all" The wolf said who no longer took on the form of a giant dire wolf but of a spiritual wolf formed by the sky's clouds.

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"You didn't heal your child self.. you simply reversed his body to a time period in the past where he didn't have such injuries " The cloud wolf said "This has many restrictions but this can genially only be used if the injuries are not severe and are within a few hours of it happening. No longer than 24 hours or it will not work"

"Past self..." Neklous mumbled to himself.

Unknown to him, he had interpreted and touched upon time magic boundaries which caused rune-like  black tattoos began to form on the entirety of his left arm in reality. The tattoos on his left arm took the form of time runes and a clock, surrounded by red rose petals. At the center of Neklous left palm a pupil less eye was formed in the center of his palm.

It was formed of black lines that had become tattoos and in the center of the eye, there seemed to be a unique time rune which unlike the others seemed to be alive. It glowed with a green light before eventually dimming and turning into a black tattoo of its own.  This unique rune could be translated to Esshar language as the word 'Past'

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Before Neklous could notice this change to his real body or ask any questions about the past, the cloud wolf's howl resounded throughout the fragment world, vibrating the world and changing the scenery.

"Do you remember this little Neklous? " The wolf said who was no longer visible.

The fragmented world depicted a little red headed kid running up to his mother who was bed ridden and appeared to be terribly sick.

"I remember this scene.. when I was a child my mother got diagnosed with cancer. I would visit her everyday in the hospital and make sure she was okay. My efforts were in vain though as it had spread way too fast for anyone to help her. She was taken from me early the next year."

Saying this Neklous heart strings were tugged which caused him to remember a deep sadness he wanted all so badly to forget. This was one of the few instances in Neklous's life where he truly felt pain. The type of pain that was not physical like a flesh wound but the type of pain that stayed hidden in your mental world and like a dagger waited to strike you when you were down.

 None the less his doll blue eyes remained distant and unwavered as he reminded himself that this had happened long ago and his real self had moved on.

"I know the thought has passed your mind. Even if it is not real, I know you desire to save her in this world as you couldn't have in the real one" The wolf said.

"But...." Neklous hesitated.

"Do it!" The wolf said once more but this time with a growl. "Simply put your hand on her and imagine a future where she is well and heathy.. do it Neklous or you will never truly move on from this."

The boy which was Neklous's younger self turned from his sick mother and looked directly at the real Neklous with begging eyes. Shock fluctuated through Neklous's doll blue eyes as he could swear all the people in this world were merely parts of the fragment his brain had put together.

Fear and depression ran down Neklous's body as he met the pleading gaze of his younger self. He knew how much the boy had suffered trying to help his mother get better. From working part time jobs to begging every doctor in town, Neklous remember exactly how much sweat and tears he had put in trying to help his mother. He would even take beatings from the rich kids in exchange for money they got from their allowance each month. He also remembered going through the trash of beauty stores and taking old or outdated makeup kits to cover such bruises so his mother wouldn't worry. Of course his mother had a keen eye though and easily discovered what was happening.