Learning about Yourself part 1
I had to stop Olivae from trying to dress me.
"I-It's my job as a servant of the Oelm household and your personal caretaker to make sure you are properly dressed." She replied to my protests.
"It's alright, I am perfectly capable of dressing myself." I had a hard time keeping my cheeks from turning beat red over the situation. It was more a matter of pride then embarrassment. Being dressed like I was two on top of all that was happening would be too much. I needed some sort of control, even something as petty as this.
"…a-alright." Olivae said deflated. I really didn't understand why, I thought she would be happy not to have to dress me. Still, I didn't like to see her sad in anyway. By on high, she was like a puppy with those eyes.
"Ugh, uh, maybe you could do something else for me while I get dressed."
Her ears instantly perked up. "Y-yes! I know, I'll go fetch breakfast! Excuse me Master Adom, I'll be right back with your morning meal." A smile lifted her face and she excitedly scurried out the door to who knows where. She certainly was a strange girl.
It took me a little longer to put on these new clothes than usual. Apparently the Oelisiam royalty was big on buckles on their shirts. It certainly was a strange style of clothes. Not puffy like I have seen English royalty used in period pieces. It was rather slim. A maroon pair of pants with a white thin shirt under a thicker secondary layer maroon vest-shirt, that uses far too many buckles to close it.
On the shoulder stood the same symbol that was on Olivae's apron. To me, it looked like a big fancy 'O', with a small letter 'A' inside the larger letter towards the bottom. I get the feeling that 'Prince Oelm' had a thing about claiming property.
Olivae quickly returned with a tray. It had bread on it and a pitcher on it along with some fruit. She seemed more cheery then before. "Here you go Master Adom."
The pitcher seemed to be full of tea. Honestly I wasn't too big on tea myself, but Olivae's smiling face made me not want to tell her that so I drank down a cup of it anyway. The bread was good and filling as most bread is.
The fruit was the strange part of the dish. I never saw the fruit so strange. It was in the shape of a donut, but purple. I honestly had no idea how to eat it.
Olivae, seeing my confusion, spoke up "I could cut that Donoknut into little pieces for you if you like Master Adom."
Donoknut? Really? "That's alright. I just never saw this fruit before, if it's even a fruit."
Olivae seemed confused by that statement, but went along with it. "Oh, um, you just can just take a bite, remember? You eat one almost every day…"
How do I convince her that I'm not 'Prince Oelm'? I take a bite of the fruit. It's rather sweet. It sorta had a tang to it as well. Overall I rather liked it.
As I contemplated what I should do I realize I forgot to offer Olivae any food, I turned over to look at her and open my mouth, I find her face nearly touching mine. She had leaning far too close to comfort. Wasn't she a couple of feet away just a second ago?
"Umm, Miss Olivae, what are you doing, exactly?" She didn't budge an inch as she stared. W-was she… was she smelling me?
Finally leaning back to a much more comfortable position, she finally replied. "Master Adom, might I suggest you go see Master Ignavias? I believe he might have answers to your confusion. I'm sorry for disturbing you, but I think why you're having such problems with your memory is because of the magic I smell on you."
"Magic? What? Wait, you can smell magic?" Almost nothing of that made sense. "I'm not having a memory problem, I remember who I am. And there's no such thing as magic, so what are you talking about? Who's this 'Ignavias' guy?"
"He is the royal mage. Please Master Adom."
I finally had enough. Magic, Prince Oelm, Master Adom. "Look, how 'bout you bring me a picture of this 'Prince Oelm'. I'll prove to you that I'm not him." I was frustrated. No matter how I tried to explain to her, it didn't get through. I need something to latch onto, something to pull reality back in, because right now, I was done with crazy.
Olivae just nodded and calming walked out of the room. A few seconds later, she came back carrying a portrait. "Master Adom, please look at this. Will you then go see Master Ignavias?"
I took the portrait and nodded. "Fine, I'll go see him after I prove to you I'm not Prince Oelm."
I then sat dumbfounded for what seemed like ages looking at the portrait. I couldn't respond, couldn't think, couldn't react. Olivae stood with a concerned look on her face, watching me as I stared into the picture before me. After some time passed she finally spoke up. "Master Adom…"
"Please Olivae, take me to this 'Master Ignavias'."
The portrait that I held in my hands was a painted and vastly detailed picture of me.