Dia Marie Villamil Florenz
My voice struggles reach the surface… The echoes in depth of eternity… My voice tries to find surface but it can't…. Tries to reach out and grasp outside… Caged down inside. It can't… It never can. I'm so… Alone. I've lost my voice. Somehow… It left me. I know.. It lies in my soul.. Caged in the middle of time & space…
I don't know who I am. Nobody knows me… think so. At least by the whole town... My memory starts here. At the age of 15. Somewhere at the center of the rebel countries. Just here. I could say that my life starts at 15. Because… I forgot… the rest. Sounds stupid… would be a big ha-ha. But I have had amnesia. Yeah, got flashback... the memory wherein I run then scream… A green light… then it ends.
I'm so curious. The green light. I tried to search for answers but I know its inside of me. I feel so hollow. Stupefied by my own story. Heck, what do they know? I was found blooded at the pile of sacks w/ a stupid armor & a stupid medallion w/ a stupid emblem. They denied I came from the royal army. Never seen someone dressed so weird. I feel weird about myself too. I never knew the answers from their questions, nor mine… And someday… Somewhere in time… It will answer me…