I know, I know. Not much of an 11th chapter, eh? Well SUCK IT UP!

Also, I'm using videogame physics here so please don't say something like "Well that couldn't happen because ____" because IT'S A FAN FICTION! DEAL WITH IT!

Chapter 11: Why?

I was in the air for eight days. The impact sent me flying so high, that my armor stripped off like parchment. At some times, it was hard to breathe. I didn't know who I was, where I was, what I did, and most of every single memory other than the basic necessities. Amnesia, I believe. And while I was in the air I had some types of images flickering through my head. Here are some of them.

The shadowy figure returns and hisses "You are not guarded… However, you are safe."

I am in a house located in a lush landscape. Many other houses surround me, and green grasses, flowers, and gates decorate the background. When I look at the town center though, the beautiful land is destroyed and is replaced with a marsh, filled with demonic figures and a presence of deep sorrow.

Now I'm in a fortress, guarded with many knights. Masculine figures tower above peasants but despite the crowdedness, in the center a girl looks up at me. The only thing that was wrong with her is that where her eyes were supposed to be, were two fleshy sockets staring down on me.

My arm is cut off. My leg is hurt badly. I am dressed in chainmail, fighting off many bandits armed with strange weapons that create small explosions when they pull a small lever. Soon one lifts it to my head and the scene turned black.

I'm at a dark castle located dangerously on a huge rock. The only connection to it and land is a large bridge. Golden idols decorate the scene. When I venture inside, a black winged figure stares at me with large eyes filled with hate. It says "Measly worshippers. Archons cannot be meddled with. We will destroy you if you do so." He leaves his sword and vanishes in a cloud leaving a dark feeling of despair.

Everything is black. A group of people stare at me. A white haired girl, a light-brown skinned girl, a man with a decapitated leg, a woman whose face is completely white, a dog that sits patiently, and the largest of them all is a boy who is of average height. He has dark brown hair, and wears bluish clothing. Soon his features are removed. His eyes, his hair, his mouth, nose and ears vanish. Then his body begins to disappear. After that the group of people starts to move farther away, but their feet aren't moving. I try to run towards them, but iron claws are holding me down, and thrown me up like a toy. The crowd is gone. One by one, they leave. The last one is the white haired girl. I reach out my hand but she walks into a deep fog. I've had this dream/hallucination every two days. Why?