When I looked down at the spear I could feel a connection to it, it was as if it was trying to talk to me, to communicate.

However I could not interpret it, not now, it felt as if our connection was still too shallow, though that did not stop me from lifting my feet from where they stood, sitting in the ground, and getting up to test the spear out.

Within a second I was in the stance that I had adopted for so long, the spear was held tip to the ground as I looked straight ahead.

My eyes pointing forwards I thrust out, the weight of the spear barely holding me back. If it was the spear from before I would have barely felt the weight of it but now not only was it heavy but I could feel the sensations that it felt.

It was as if some spiritual bond was formed between us. Just as I could feel what the spear felt, so too could it feel my response and with that it made me adjust my stance slightly.

My form was not too different but now when I thrust again, it was easier. The corrected form that the spear had given me only slightly changed from the original but it was a huge difference.

I closed my eyes feeling at the air as I continued thrusting this way and that, familiarizing myself with the spear I held in my hands.

Though could I continue to keep calling it the spear. No, I needed to name it. But what to name it was the question.

I stopped my thrusting and sat down, the spear in my legs as I thought hard over a name for it.

'Memoria' I thought of declaring the name in my mind.

It was the only name that came to mind that was appropriate for the spear, no Memoria.

The reason I chose this name was because the memories that made it, of the times I sat beneath the now blackened tree and talked my worries away, of the endless work that came from making the spear tip.

It was a Memoria of a spear.

..

A light engulfed Memoria, the spear growing and changing, from the ultra simple design to an elegant design.

One that seems to scream nostalgia, from the spear tip that seemed to grow from the shaft, to the shaft that seemed to just invoke memories of the past.

Memoria grew, eventually falling back to my hands where a comforting presence was felt.

There were no words said, no feelings sent across, only a mutual understanding.

I smiled and the Memoria did the same or at least that was how I felt it to be.

However it was not to last as darkness overtook my vision again. A void of nothingness filled me, though now I had Memoria at my side, ready to comfort me.

I smiled, despite the nothingness filling me there was nothing that could stop the bond between Memoria and I.

..

It was as I finished eating my meal that I felt it, Darwin was no longer in this realm. He wasn't dead but the vision that I shared with him was gone.

It only happened for a moment, but that moment lasted for ages, the feeling of losing Darwin, the presence that had accompanied me for so long.

"Hah" I breathed out the breath I was holding. My hand went to my heart as I finally felt Darwin's presence again.

I stood up, not bothering to clean up the mess as the house could do that for me with a mental command.

I brought myself outside where I walked to the research hall. It was weird that Darwin was there but I knew he was there, I could feel his presence.

I walked further and further into the research hall, ignoring the disciples that stopped their work to look at me. Eventually I reached a door which I pulled open to reveal Darwin holding onto a spear.historical

So mesmerized was he by the spear that he barely noticed me coming up behind him.

I took advantage of that, my arms reaching around his neck to pull his head into my chest.

"Hmm?" Darwin questioned, looking up from that spear to me.

With a silent look I conveyed my feelings and immediately he perked up, the spear seeming as if it almost followed him, holstering itself onto his back.

"Ah.. this is Memoria" he introduced the spear and I finally took a good look at it.

It was beautiful, not as beautiful as my Darwin but still it was enough to catch my eye.

Though soon I stopped staring at it and instead stared at Darwin before I took his lips.

My eyes closed, a small moan echoing out as I felt his tongue explore my mouth.

My head was held by Darwin, his hands pulling me in as he deepened the kiss.

"Hah" I breathed out, my lips parting from his, I pressed my forehead to his and hugged him.

"Memoria, your spear?" I asked, whispering into his ears.

"Yes, I evolved myself and the spear as a test, I wanted to know if I could evolve an inanimate object and a being"

I nodded, bringing our heads apart as I sat next to him.

"It worked, I presume?" I asked, looking at the spear that had holstered itself in Darwin's back.

Now that I took a good look I could see some sort of nascent soul in the spear. It was only there when I really looked but it was there.

"Yes, it did work but Memoria can't really be called an inanimate object anymore, you can see it too can't you?"

"Yeah" I responded, my head dropping into his lap, my eyes closing as I took in his presence, his scent and feeling.

Everything about Darwin seemed to relax me but right now all I could feel was an ache in my loins as I looked up to him, that smile ever present on his cute face.