Ghost Town.

Myrnin creates the machine, sets the memory loss for three years, and loses his memory. These are his stages of grief he goes through while he can't recall the past three years of his existence.


Myrnin had felt the power of the machine he and Claire had created. He felt its draw on his mind. And he gave himself freely to that pull.

Myrnin thought that it just had something to do with the things he had given it. Parts of him. Essences of him. A little blood, to stabilize the system. A piece of flesh and tears, for the more alchemical purposes of the invention. He thought he was feeling it more than anyone else because he had given parts of him.

At first, he felt as if anyone and everyone were out to get him.

And then it wasn't a horrible feeling. The paranoia was gone and then it was as if... as if burdens were being lifted off his shoulders and he could stop worrying so much about everything that was concerning him.

Until, one day, it all came crashing down on him.

His head felt like it would split open from everything that was stored inside.

And then it did.

Events were being taken away. Ideas were being ripped from his grasp. He was being stripped from all of his memories.

Everything. Gone.

He grabbed his head. "Claire..." he moaned. He fell to his knees from the devastating things happening to his mind. "Claire, where are you? I need..." What had he been saying? The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't find them. Not with his head pounding and exploding. Ah. "I need you."

No one came. No one came and Myrnin was left to suffer through this horrible experience alone.

Being torn from him was a feeling he was all too familiar with.

Myrnin's sanity was being taken from him.

Even he could tell in his current state.

"No," he whimpered on the floor. "No. I don't want this. I—please. Please, no..."

And it was gone. Everything.

But the insanity... it had a firm grasp on his mind and had no intention of letting go. And Myrnin accepted it as who he was. He hadn't known anything else, had he? There was nothing to compare his madness to. It had been part of him for as long as he could remember.

There was no saving him. There was no hope in surviving this. They had given up hope that he'd be able to train someone quickly enough to find a cure. He and Amelie.

But what hurt the most was that Amelie was giving up on him.

Nobody cared anymore. The only one he had left was Ada.

Oh, his darling Ada. She could be rather annoying sometimes, but usually she was such a clever girl. But that was how they... seemed to show their love for one another. It was odd, but that was how it was.

"Ada," he called into the dark of his lab. She occasionally answered when he called, but it appeared she was feeling particularly stubborn today. "Fine," he said. "Then I will come to you."

He turned around and stepped (almost glided) over where the trapdoor was to Ada's confinement. He saw an unfamiliar keypad that wouldn't allow him access to the door unless he knew the password. And then there was a plate that seemed to be meant for his hand. Maybe it scanned his fingerprints. Technology these days. He scoffed. Whoever had placed this in his laboratory was foolish. Everyone knew he didn't like the modern days.

He looked at the letters on the keypad. He only had three passwords. Amelie's name. Ada's. Or his.

Myrnin typed in the first one that was already on his mind.

Ada.

The system made a sound of computerized approval.

He moved on to the plate. Myrnin pressed his hand on the thing and it made another sound that seemed to say he was correct in placing his hand on the piece of technology. The door to the underground chamber opened.

He jumped in and his feet soon met cool ground, engulfed in perfect darkness. Myrnin walked toward Ada's cave. A way he had traveled many times before.

He was curious. Why didn't he hear the sounds of the usual clanking and hissing of Ada's machine?

Myrnin flitted the rest of the way. And when he got to the entrance, he came to a sudden halt.

Myrnin held on to the rocky doorframe for support as shock took over.

Where was Ada?

And what was this that replaced her? A... large computer screen? The thing was connected to cables and wires and boxes of machines all around the room. But... Ada's box was gone.

Where was Ada?

Myrnin stormed into the cave and looked behind the control boxes, knowing full well that Ada wasn't going to be hiding in the crevasses or in the small, narrow spots of free space.

He roared in his frustration and kicked one of the panels.

Myrnin threw himself on the ground, staring around at all of the parts that looked so unfamiliar, it was scary.

Where was Ada?

Had someone... had someone taken her?

"Ada!" he screamed in fury. "Ada, I need you! Come here!" He sobbed into his arms that rested on his knees which were pulled up under his chin. "I don't know where you are. Please, Ada. Talk to me. I don't know what's happening. Something is happening. I need you to help me. Please! I feel myself... slipping away. Going away."

The continuous sound of a blowing fan that seemed to be built deep inside the computer so that it wouldn't overheat answered his plea for help.

What was wrong here? Where had his Ada gone?

He stood up and wiped his teary eyes. Well, he thought, whoever had done this was going to pay.


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