Where am I?
What am I doing here?
God, just kill me now…
"It is a miserable state of mind to have few things to desire,
and many things to fear." –Francis Bacon
Chapter One
As soon as I woke up, I was screaming. I was in a Hospital bed in a plain white room surrounded by doctors I didn't know, all waiting for the closest doctor to plunge a needle into my arm. I couldn't remember who I was, but I could certainly remember that I was a trypanophobe. I jerked my arm away from the syringe, which was filled with a vile-looking blue gel. Murmurs arose around the room.
"She's awake!"
"Quick, someone put more anesthetic in her IV!"
"Lock the doors!"
I ripped the unpleasant IV out of my arm, not feeling a thing. Pushing through the crowd of doctors, I grabbed the only thing I did remember off of a chair and rushed out the door before yet another doctor could lock it like another suggested. As I raced down the hallway, I looked in my hand. My deck. It was all I could remember about anything. Staring at it, I heard a chorus of voices in my head.
"Welcome back, Angel."I decided to dismiss it as my memory coming back.
Still in a hospital gown, I ran down six flights of stairs until I reached the ground level. I ran out the front door just in time to bump into a girl who looked about 19. She had scarlet-colored, medium-length hair, and she wore a short white and red dress somewhat reminiscent of a flower. As soon as we collided, I fell to the ground, keeping a tight grip on my cards. The girl, who barely moved an inch, held a hand out to me.
"Are you alright?" I grabbed the hand shakily, and she pulled me to my feet. "Angel? What are you doing here?" She smiled in a friendly way.
"You… you know me?"
"Do I know you? Of course I do." She didn't quite get the question.
"I…" I slipped my hand out of hers. "I have to go!" As nice as she seemed, I didn't know what to do or who to trust. I ran up the street as fast as I could, turning down random streets with minimal hesitation. Finally, out of breath, I stopped running and sat down on a nearby bench. My long, green hair stretched down to my waist. Green hair…? Whoever I was, I must have either had a freaky idea of fashion or some interesting genetics, to say the least.
After a few minutes of sitting and thinking, I looked again at the cards in my hand. The deck was composed of almost all Fabled monsters. After looking through, I came to the last three cards. They were all the exact same monster—Fabled Grimro. As soon as I saw them, one of the voices from earlier popped into my head again.
"Go back to your friends. Go back to the Satellite."
Though voices out of the blue seem strange, they were comforting to me. Okay, Grimro. I thought. The Satellite it is. Where is that again?
"Left." This time I was confused. I was about to comment on the vague nature of Grimro's hint, but, before I could, I realized what she meant and scowled at my own idiocy. I looked left, and sure enough, there was an area map on a public billboard. Jackpot! I looked at the map for a good five minutes, and after scouring the sheet systematically, I found the area conveniently labeled "Satellite". Lucky for me, it was only a few miles away. I memorized the names of the streets I had to follow, and, with my deck in hand, I started walking down the road to the setting sun.