Short drabble I wrote. Inspired by the end of battle with Raem where you slowly lose your memory.
I saved the world once. Or so they tell me. I can't rightly remember myself.
They say that I was a heroic caravanner, someone who traveled the world seeking myrrh to save villages from a deadly miasma.
They say that I left behind my family, bonded with travelers from different villages, and fought ferocious creatures all on my own.
But that's not who I am.
I am frightened. I am alone.
The Lilties of the Alfitarian caravan found me, alone, outside the ruins at the end of the world. Such a dreadful place. How could I have wandered so far from civilization?
The moogle that was with me told them a strange tale about a girl in white and a golden demon. The moogle said that I had fought to protect this girl, that I had slain the miasma producing demon and freed the world from a lifetime of grief.
I can't recall this.
The Lilties brought me 'home' to my 'family'. They welcomed me with open arms and there was a large party. I was so taken aback by the whole thing I remained by myself the entire time.
Who were these people?
Where was I?
What had happened?
Sometimes, I find myself feeling suddenly lost, like bits of my consciousness are slowly disappearing from my mind until nothing is left. It all feels so familiar…and that is when I panic.
I don't want to lose whatever precious sense of self I have left.
I have no memory of my past. All I have are the stories these people tell me, of being a great hero. I don't believe I could bring myself to fight anything. That just isn't who I am. I know this.
All I want…is to recall what it was I was doing before they found me. Who I am. Where I am from.
I want to reclaim my lost memories…