AN: I cannot stress to you how old this one is! With my horrible spelling and grammar skills back then, believe me, going through this fic and The Strangest Thing is a real chore. (Seriously my elbow cramped up. Author's occupational hazard you know.) I actually got that little message say that this document had too many errors from Word! I considered put this up all in one big chunk but 50 plus pages littered with errors made me rethink that real quick. So enjoy this old thing, I've got to get back to my spell checker
Shadow
Prologue
His head throbbed like no tomorrow. Everything ached. His thoughts swam like a turtle through molasses, he couldn't think clearly.
'What was I doing?' He couldn't recall, it wasn't important though, all he could think about was the pressing urgency to get up.
The feeling of 'something' or 'some things' poking his back further increased this urgency.
Pained grunts escaped his lips as he strained to sit up, every muscle in his body felt worn, torn and beaten.
Surprised at hearing the distinct sound of leaves and twigs snapping beneath his shifting weight, his eyes flew open taking in his surroundings.
Darkness.
Trees.
Bushes.
A stream a few meters to his left.
'Where am I?'
Shadow upon shadow obscured his vision, as only a few speckles of starlight spilled down between the darken treetops.
Nothing looked familiar, though it was late in the night, so that could be it, right? He just couldn't see things clearly enough to recognize them, right?
Feeling weak, tired and confused, he slowly, painstakingly, got to his feet. His teeth clenched and he hissed at the unexpected pain that ran through his body when he applied pressure to his right leg.
"Hah, must be broken, what luck." he laughed grimly at his own situation. Stuck in the middle nowhere, at night, with a busted leg not to mention any other injuries he may have, he couldn't be sure, not with everything throbbing the way it was.
"It could be worse" he mutter to himself, "At least, I have only one broken leg"
Carefully he hobbled over to the edge of the stream, half tripping over things he couldn't see. He kneeled down or at least attempted to, instead ending up falling unceremoniously falling on his butt. He leaned over to examine his reflection and nearly jumped out of his skin.
Nothing.
No recognition.
No recollection.
Nothing.
Not even resemblance of familiarity between himself and person staring back from the water's surface.
He might as well have been looking at a stranger for all the good it did him.
'This is the part when people were supposedly suppose to freak out upon discovering they can remember nothing of their lives.'
He didn't 'freak out'.
He didn't react at all.
In fact he wasn't sure how he was suppose to react, how he was supposed to feel...
His vision suddenly became blurry and dark. Maybe it was shock or trauma, what ever it was, he was grateful for it, as slowly his consciousness seeped away.
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