Unknown memories

"Aaaw~" I yawn as I make my way towards home. "Geez! This Hollow hunting makes me dead tired!" I say to no one, as I walk down the street, the setting Sun lighting my way." It's the only thing I wasn't looking forward to, when I regained my power. But still…! Can't they let me sleep sometimes?"

I round the corner, and I come into the high street. As I go down it I watch the children play with their pals, not caring about the world, not knowing every day their lives are in danger and can end at any second. Ignorance is bliss. It's a luxury I've never had the pleasure of knowing.

Some cars go down the street, the drivers rushing to their families. Sometimes I wish people would stop and look around so they'd have a little chance to see, what's in front of their eyes. They destroy while building, and built while destroying Mother Nature, their own families and friends along with themselves. They don't care about anything, but their only God, money. It's sad. They're so blinded.

I watch as a car - over the speed limit of course - comes in my way, the driver shouts into the phone he's holding to his ears. In my peripheral sight I see as a child no more than 5 runs after the ball she's dropped. Without me knowing it I rush at the side of the child, pushing her out of the way. The heavy object impacts with my body, and I hear myself scream in agony. I can feel the bones in my left arm and some of my ribs broke. I fall on the street moaning in pain. I see the child crying and the car driving on without a second thought with its tires screeching, just before darkness closes around my pain-filled mind. Agony won't be able to find me in my slumber.

~o~

"…on.. Son…"

What? Are they talking to me? Arg! I feel so tired…

"Son wake up!"

I open my eyes slowly, just to be blinded by the strong rays of the afternoon Sun. I groan, my head throbs, and all I want to do is fucking sleep, but it seems someone doesn't think the same way I do, as they shake my shoulders, making me open my eyes in all its blurry way.

"Are you awake, Son?"

I look up at my father.

Wait! What the fuck?! He's not my father!

Though he has black hair, but his face is not the same. He's in his early 40s, he has little brown eyes, typical European round face, long beard, straight nose, thin mouth, thick eyebrows, he must be around 180 cm and 120 kilos… and extremely ridiculous old designed cloths! Silk orange skin tight upper clothing, that goes down to the middle of his tights with big ass buttons and embroidery (1), skin tight black striped pants, black boots, and least but not last an orange hat with fur and feathers on it. He also wears a black coat with the same embroidery.

But despite it all, he seems so familiar. Like I've seen him before, only I don't know, when.

I jump back, just to hit my back into the headboard. My head throbs again, whining against the sudden movement. I feel nauseous, my eyes blur as I feel tears come into them.

"What is with thee, Son? Thee look like thee have seen a ghost!"

I look up at the man before me. He doesn't smile, like I thought he would. His eyes bore into mine, his gaze make me shiver in disgust, as they seem like they wanna look into my soul, and make me say all of my secrets out loud.

I force my eyes away from his and look around the room I'm in. It's like I fell into some stupid feudal movie. Everywhere in the room there are expensive looking furniture, persian carpets, silk textiles. Everything's a swinging of colours, and I feel myself grimace in disgust of the place that screams 'Rich!'.

There's another man beside my bed, old wrinkled face, glasses sit on the bridge of his nose, white hair with a simple brown robe on, that goes down till the ground, tied with a rope.

"W-where am I?" I ask shakily. "Oh! I know! I was hit by a car and I'm making up pictures in my head!" I grin in triumph.

The two men look at each other, then at me, confusion in their eyes. Then the older of the two starts shaking, then pushes a cross into my face.

"Demon be gone!" He shouts.

"The fuck?! Am I hallucinating?" I ask scared out of my mind.

"Your Majesty," starts the old man "Thy Son hath been possessed by a demon! The only way to dismiss the demon is killing it with thy Son!"

"Wait…! No!" I say now totally frightened.

It's a joke… or a dream… No! it's a fucking nightmare!

"I must've hit my head! It hurts really bad. I just forgot about you guys for a moment. Uh… Father."

My 'father' seems pleased, but the old pervert doesn't look like it.

"The demon makes him say it…!"

"Enough!" We all look toward the source of the exclamation, which is towards the door, where stands a beautiful woman in her late 30s, with maroon hair, kind deep dark blue eyes, full red lips with also no smile on them, thin womanish face, thin black eyebrows and long eyelashes.

And the same old cloths damn it! The only difference is she wears a red dress with a corset, and that has white embroidery all over it, and has baggy sleeves (2).

I look through myself. The fuck?! I'm in them too! Umm… I mean not in the dress, but a white wool baggy shirt.

Now I'm really starting to freak out! What the fuck is going on?!

The woman continues: "I'm sure my prince is all right and it is as he says. He hit his head seriously, when he fell from the horse."

I can't even ride a horse…!

"There's no need of thou, Priest. Thou art dismissed."

The so called priest bows his head and steps out of the room. The woman, I assume my 'mother', comes up to the foot of the bed.

"My son, "Yeah, my 'mother' "How is thy head doing?"

"G-good…" I reply still in shock.

"Thy speech is different, my prince. Thee must have hit thine head really hard. What dost thee remember?"

"Not much."

"What is the last thing thee remember, my prince?"

"Eeeh…" I can't say the last thing I remember is I was hit by a car. They wouldn't believe me. If it really is the past, though it's hard to believe.

"Oh my dear son…" pales 'my mother', and dramatically puts her hands in front of her mouth.

"Can you tell me shortly, what's going on?" I ask seeing my 'parents' nod hesitantly.

"Thee, my son," starts the old man" art Helmeczy István (3), I am thy father, Earl of this domain (4) and its vicinity."

I look into the mirror to see myself, but it's not really me. I have the same face, but I look taller around 183 cm, older around 20, with shoulder long brown hair tied to the back of my head in a low ponytail. Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God! This is not happening. This CAN'T be happening!

I have to at least paint it back to orange somehow.

"Thy, my son, art the rightful heir of my title." He continues, and turns to the woman." And why did thou come here, Wife?"

"My Lord, I came to inform thou, the carriage is ready for us to dispatch." She says.

What carriage?

"Ah, yes! Thank thou. Come, Son, before we will be late even more."

"From where?" I ask hysterically.

"From the meeting with thy fiancée, of course."

"MY WHAT?!"

"What is thy problem, Son? Thee did not mind it before."

"My Lord Husband. The prince hath hit his head if thou remember. Everything is new to him. He hath to get used to it all again. Please, dost not expect him to behave like he did before." My 'mother' says, defending me, as I send a thankful look into her way.

"Oh yes, thou art right. Come, Son. "'Father' turns towards me." It is time to get going. I will explain everything to thee on the way. We will have time, as the journey is around 25 days long."

My jaw hits… well not the floor, as I sit, but my lap. But seriously! I know they didn't have normal ways of transport (though 'normal' here is not exactly the same), but still! 25 DAYS?! That's way too long.

But if I refuse I have no idea what they'll do to me. The church was strong at this time, right? Will they burn me alive if I refuse?

My 'mother' comes to my side and helps me out of the bed.

One would think that after losing my mother when I was just a child, I'd be happy to greet a new one. But it's not the same… She's not the same… Not the same face, voice, touch. Mother was always smiling, this woman doesn't smile. I wander, why…

I get out of the bed, and instantly some servants rush to my side to help me change.

"No thanks." I say firmly.

The servants look at each other, seeking answers at my -obviously- odd behaviour. Odd for them. I'm not a child. I don't know, what this guy was like, but I'm not him.

The earl goes to check the carriage, and I make the servant's leave the room, only my 'mother' is presented, as she didn't want to leave my side, afraid that I'll feel sick, and what would happen if no one is here with me.

As I change I can feel her eyes on me, observing my every movement, it feels strange and uncomfortable too.

We make our ways to the carriage, where the earl waits for us, and hop in. Though it looks beautiful from the outside with its carving and adornment, it's just as uncomfortable on the inside.

~o~

It's been days, since we started travelling. I got to know from my 'parents', that we are in the 17th century. Exactly 1642, and we live in Central-Europe! How did I end up here from Japan? Also my 'fiancée' is some German princess. Hah! And what a joke! It's an arranged marriage! I have never seen the chick I'm about to marry! I mean… this guy have never seen her! Arg! It's all so confusing!

During the days I was made to sit and wait I had the time to think about what happened. About how I got in the situation I'm currently in. But I haven't figured out anything so far. Nothing! First thing I thought about was that I remember that I was hit by a car, and then I woke up here, in this nightmare. Than I thought about what I dreamt all of my life I thought was real? My family, my friends, school, the fights… everything. Every movement, every feeling, every day I thought was real, but was a dream.

But that can't be. I refuse to accept this fact.

Even thinking about it hurts. I saw it in my mother's eyes. She noticed the change in my behaviour. But my father didn't. It seems the closest person to this guy was his mother. Just like mine was…

I can't do anything… I have to go with the flow…

The Sun is setting. I watch it with my mask of indifference. Though on the inside I'm screaming. Who wouldn't in a situation like this?

"We will stop in the next village, my Lord." I hear the coachman shout through the throbbing of the horse's hooves on the stone pavement leading to my damnation.

"All right. Get ready, my son." The earl - I refuse to acknowledge as my father - says.

The Sun nearly sat, when we arrive to the inn of the next village. It's a nice little place, I'd like to live here.

We all get separated rooms, just like every night, but this one is different.

I'm about to go into bed, when I hear soft knockings.

"Come in!" I shout while climbing under the blanket.

The door opens revealing my 'mother'.

"Hey István." She greets.

"What? No 'my prince' or 'my son'?" I murmur sarcastically. "Who would have thought I'd live that day."

I turn, my back facing her. For some minutes there's silence in the room, the only noise is our even breathing.

"Who art thou?" She whispers finally.

I open my eyes in shock and turn towards her. Her eyes stare intensely into mine.

"W-what?" I ask still in a shocked state.

"Thou art not him. Who art thou? Thou look like him, thy soul emits the same warmth his did, but thou dost not talk like him, act like him, feel like him. I do not know whence thou come or who thou art. My son died. I saw him not breathing. Then thou woke up. Thou. Not him. Confused, not knowing where thou art. Who art thou? Whence come thou? Art thou demon? Shaman? Angel? Who art thou?"

"So I really am not crazy." I murmur to myself before turning to her. "For someone, who lives as a theist, you know quite a lot about these barbaric things, like shaman and shits like that."

"I read a lot."

"I came from another time?" I say after some minutes of silence.

"Another time?"

"The year I came from is 2012."

She looks at me in shock.

"I don't know, what's going on, or how I got here. It's all so confusing. I don't know if it's reality or not."

She thoughts for a moment, than nods.

"I believe thou. Shalt thou require help, just tell me."

"Sure." I reply as I watch her turn around to walk out of the room. I speak up, when she touches the door handle. "Thanks… Mother."

She looks at me wide eyed, but then smiles and goes out of the room, saying good bye to me as she leaves. Thinking about it, it's the first time I've ever seen someone smile in this century.

I smile. How easy it is to think of her as my mother now. But I won't be able to think of the stupid fuck of an earl as my father…

~o~

Days go by, the journey goes on in its monotonous ways. The closer we get to the palace of the princess, the better the weather becomes. It's like even the nature greets me in this completely unknown environment. Despite my fear of this century and its dangers, as I realized I don't have my powers anymore, I realised it feels the same like those 17 month, when I was powerless. The difference is I have no one to rely on now. No one to look after my sorry ass.

I sigh as I look out of the window again. It's so strange to see so many forests and untouched places. It's the only thing nice about it all. Humans couldn't destroy all the beauty nature possesses.

Mother talked about so many things during the journey. What his son was like. He turned out to be similar to me, so it won't be much of a problem for me to act like him. He wasn't speaking slang of course. He didn't have friends, as every person in the palace envied him, 'cause he's noble, that's why he was colder. He also was a boring guy. Always reading and shit. But there's nothing one can do here other than that… and be bored.

"Art thee excited to meet thy wife-to-be?" I hear the earl say.

"Yeah, I can't wait…" I say sarcastically, but it seems he didn't notice it, as he looked at me proudly. My mother did though, if the smile she was unable to force not to be presented on her lips is anything to go by.

"Thee dost not have to wait long. We'll reach the palace in the afternoon, so thee wilt be able to engage in getting to know to each other. Her father said she is really 'special'."

"Fantastic!" I say through gritted teeth.

I can't wait to wake up from this nightmare.

~o~

(1) www . epa . hu / 00000/00030/00334/img/2a80 . jpg (imagine the cloths of the earl somehow like these)

(2) mek . oszk . hu /09100/09175/html/images/1775 . jpg (and the countess's like this)

(3) Surname: Helmeczy, Firstname: István (Hungarian form of Stephan)

(4) Király Helmecz (King Helmecz) is a place that was located in Hungary, now belongs to Slovakia, and is called Košický

Hello Everyone!

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