I'm falling, falling far. It is dark and the abyss below me is seemingly bottomless. Suddenly there is a bright light below me. A stabbing pain in my back and throat, and then nothing.
Drip, drip, drip.
I started awake as cold water dripped on my face. I look around me for the men in armor. But then I realize it was all a dream. Momentarily forgetting the obnoxious feeling that seemed to be telling me I was missing something, I looked up in search of the source of the water. Then it hit me. Where the hell am I? Seized by panic, I glance quickly out of the corner of my eyes to size up my situation. It's dark here, but I can see a light coming from the corner of the room. I stand up slowly and move toward the light. There are bars in my way. What's going on here? I look out of the bars. Across a narrow hallway, there was a man in, what I could only guess was a cell, just like mine. He was glaring at me ferociously.
"So your awake now are you Breton?" He spat at me. Momentarily taken aback, I don't respond. "Just in time too. I heard the guard talking about 'taking the Breton to her final resting place.' You understand what that means right, or are you too thick?" I looked back at him coolly. I really don't like him very much.
I decided he wasn't worth even speaking to, so I proceeded to poke about my rather small cell. From what I could see there was bed-like pallet on the floor in the far right corner which I had just vacated, a table big enough for one person to take a small meal on and a short wooden bench. What am I doing here? The dream came back to me a bit. I couldn't have done anything THAT bad, could I? No sooner had this thought crossed my mind, but I heard the approach of several armor-clad men speaking loudly amongst themselves. One stopped in front of my cell and summoned me to the door. I obliged, in the hope that he could tell me what exactly was going on.
"Breton," he said. "What is your name?" Until he asked me, I hadn't realized I didn't know. I stood there, staring into nothing for awhile. After a few moments, my face must have been expressing the horror that was slowly engulfing my mind because he said, "Don't you know what your own name is?" I tried to speak, but nothing came out. I grabbed my throat and my eyes became rather wide. The guard took a step back, obviously shocked by my reaction. "Well," he said, clearing his throat. "Well, I'll just check up on you later." I stood there for a few more moments rooted to the spot. What's wrong with me, why can't I speak? I had temporarily forgotten my lack of name or memory thereof.