The Fluttershy mouse trained day and night, learning the ways of the shamans. "That way, so that you don't have to call for help as much!" The ninja mouse's face had contorted to such anger that the Fluttershy mouse was frightened into training. Feng and Fizika oversaw the training, and complimented the ones that mastered a move, or finally got a move right, or... the list just went on. Such deeds were rewarded with a level up.
One night, the class building was destroyed by the anvils. No one knew why, but it was bad...
The Fluttershy mouse sighed, brushing a hair from her face, and walked toward the sun, bored. It was going to be one of THOSE days. She checked her phone. "Good work, everyone! The anvil monsters are almost extinct," the screen flashed. "Keep up the nice job!"
"Oh, I will," she muttered to no one in particular.
She was wondering where the ninja mouse went. She knew her name very well at this point and had set up a system where they would shoot off fireworks as both a signal of distress and an attack on the anvil monsters, meant to scare them away. She turned her head, facing the darkness just opposite to the setting sun. It hovered, as silent as-
The mouse shook her head. She had to get her out of her mind if she was to succeed in this battle. She padded off the mountain and momentarily forgot about her friend.

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By the time I got to Elisah's headquarters, the sun was setting and my paws were in extreme pain. oof, rip beth's paws A cluster of shamans had already gathered, muttering to themselves. They were apparently discussing about the strange call, I decided. After all, how could I, a harmless senior mouse, be called to Elisah's headquarters? Probably because I was a senior.
"All mice invited, come forth!" a booming voice resounded even outside. The others grumbled and trudged into the great brass doorway. I sighed, following them. Finally, the suspense would come to an end...
I could easily point out Elisah's shape. Her long, ginger hair was flowing down and her wings were outstretched. She was looking melancholic, like she had seen things she didn't want to see. The other mice chattered about this. "That's enough," the angel said, holding up a paw, and the voices died down instantly.
"I know, I have called you here for strange reasons. At least, to your ears. There are reasons as to why I have called you here today. Firstly, you're all seniors. At least, having been born before the great war supposedly happened. And secondly, I must do this: I must give back the memories of the war if we are all to succeed in our community."
The gossip got louder. " . . . Great war? That's just a fairy tale. . . . I thought I had been in a mental hospital. . . . Elise was just lying. Right? . . ." I could pick up little tidbits of conversation. Elisah held her paw up once more, and the gossip abruptly stopped.
"Stand still, all of you," she commanded. "If this is to work, the memories must go to one point. That would be your head. Now relax. . . ."
I stood as still as a statue. Memories? What was she talking about? I soon found out my answer when the great shaman thrust out an orange, bright light. It split into hundreds of lights, entering each mouse.
And then I remembered.

Cilent...

~End of Part 6~