Lost Memories
A flash of light, an intense pain. A young man of about 18 sat up from the ground. An intense pain washed through him. He reached back behind his head, & when he drew it back, he found blood coated along his fingers. Just having an idea of what the wound looked like made a wave of nausea wash over him. After a few moments he slowly made his way to his feet. Dizziness washed over him & he had to lean on a stone wall to keep from tumbling back to the ground. After a few tense moments his head began to clear. Absent-mindedly he looked around. He didn't recognize anything. Then, it hit him like a sledgehammer. He didn't recognize anything. He didn't remember anything! With a groan he slowly sank to the floor. "Why me?" He asked aloud. "Why me?" A word slowly drifted up, almost like a cloud. Amnesia. He had amnesia. After a few moments of slowly processing this information he got to his feet. "Might as well try to get my bearings," he said to himself. He carefully looked himself over. He was well built with strong-arm muscles & leg muscles. He was wearing a simple brown tunic, heavy brown gloves, & sturdy boots. He gazed into a pond nearby & saw he had short messy lightbrown hair with bits of gold flecked all through it. Also he saw some red which confused him until he realized that it must be blood from the wound on his head.
After further investigation he saw the stone wall which he had leaned against was actually a large cliff rising out from the ground. "So," he said. "I must have fallen off the cliff & hit my head. That is why I have amnesia." It seemed practical. He quickly realized he was lucky to be alive.
After a moment he realized he had a large pack on his back. Inside he found several rations of food & 3 small white pieces of cloth. The food made since. But the cloth? He shook his head. He stopped quickly though because it made his head ache.
After another moment he realized that he had something hanging from his side. He carefully turned it over so he could look at it. A scabbard. A beautiful silver scabbard with an engraved drawing of a dragon slithering up the side of it. He reached into the scabbard and gently pulled out a beautiful long sword. He fell into absolute awe just holding it. But, somehow, it seemed to feel right in his hand. Without even thinking he hefted it & swung it around a few times enjoying the sensation it seemed to make. He carefully examined the sword. There right below the hilt he saw an engraved name. Terrannasio. Is this my name? Wondered the young man. "Terannasio," he said aloud. A feeling of familarness rouse through his mind. Yes, he thought. This must be my name. With a surge of determination he started out for a hill nearby. But a wave of dread passed over him. His heart seemed to stop in his chest & his feet seemed cemented to ground. He quickly turned & searched the land not knowing what he was looking for. Several yards away, he saw an enormous forest. It looked dangerous. But when he turned toward the hill, his heart began to beat so fast he thought it would explode form his chest.
He closed his eyes for a moment, focusing with all his might on why he was so terrified of the place. Nothing. Not even a hint. He turned toward the forest. Then looked at his sword. He could take on anything in the forest. So he carefully changed direction and then heard some angry noises coming form the hill. Without so much as an after thought he charged into the forest and he disappeared into the underbrush. This young man, who had know idea of what await him. Who knew nothing of either his past or future. Who had no idea of the destiny he was to fulfill. Who knew nothing of the hardships & horrors & wonders he would find, ran, until his footsteps could no longer be heard.
A flash of light, an intense pain. A young man of about 18 sat up from the ground. An intense pain washed through him. He reached back behind his head, & when he drew it back, he found blood coated along his fingers. Just having an idea of what the wound looked like made a wave of nausea wash over him. After a few moments he slowly made his way to his feet. Dizziness washed over him & he had to lean on a stone wall to keep from tumbling back to the ground. After a few tense moments his head began to clear. Absent-mindedly he looked around. He didn't recognize anything. Then, it hit him like a sledgehammer. He didn't recognize anything. He didn't remember anything! With a groan he slowly sank to the floor. "Why me?" He asked aloud. "Why me?" A word slowly drifted up, almost like a cloud. Amnesia. He had amnesia. After a few moments of slowly processing this information he got to his feet. "Might as well try to get my bearings," he said to himself. He carefully looked himself over. He was well built with strong-arm muscles & leg muscles. He was wearing a simple brown tunic, heavy brown gloves, & sturdy boots. He gazed into a pond nearby & saw he had short messy lightbrown hair with bits of gold flecked all through it. Also he saw some red which confused him until he realized that it must be blood from the wound on his head.
After further investigation he saw the stone wall which he had leaned against was actually a large cliff rising out from the ground. "So," he said. "I must have fallen off the cliff & hit my head. That is why I have amnesia." It seemed practical. He quickly realized he was lucky to be alive.
After a moment he realized he had a large pack on his back. Inside he found several rations of food & 3 small white pieces of cloth. The food made since. But the cloth? He shook his head. He stopped quickly though because it made his head ache.
After another moment he realized that he had something hanging from his side. He carefully turned it over so he could look at it. A scabbard. A beautiful silver scabbard with an engraved drawing of a dragon slithering up the side of it. He reached into the scabbard and gently pulled out a beautiful long sword. He fell into absolute awe just holding it. But, somehow, it seemed to feel right in his hand. Without even thinking he hefted it & swung it around a few times enjoying the sensation it seemed to make. He carefully examined the sword. There right below the hilt he saw an engraved name. Terrannasio. Is this my name? Wondered the young man. "Terannasio," he said aloud. A feeling of familarness rouse through his mind. Yes, he thought. This must be my name. With a surge of determination he started out for a hill nearby. But a wave of dread passed over him. His heart seemed to stop in his chest & his feet seemed cemented to ground. He quickly turned & searched the land not knowing what he was looking for. Several yards away, he saw an enormous forest. It looked dangerous. But when he turned toward the hill, his heart began to beat so fast he thought it would explode form his chest.
He closed his eyes for a moment, focusing with all his might on why he was so terrified of the place. Nothing. Not even a hint. He turned toward the forest. Then looked at his sword. He could take on anything in the forest. So he carefully changed direction and then heard some angry noises coming form the hill. Without so much as an after thought he charged into the forest and he disappeared into the underbrush. This young man, who had know idea of what await him. Who knew nothing of either his past or future. Who had no idea of the destiny he was to fulfill. Who knew nothing of the hardships & horrors & wonders he would find, ran, until his footsteps could no longer be heard.