CHAPTER SIX: A BURNING MEMORY
He woke up in a hospital bed. Looking around, he found a mysterious character with some sort of bird mask.
"You are awake." It stated. "I will warn the captain."
It left, leaving him even more confused. What Captain? What even is this place? Inspecting the room, it looked more and more like something out of a castle. The tall stained-glass windows, the decorated rug on the floor… Even what once seemed like a white operations table, now was clearly a king-sized bed with ocher sheets.
But how... How had he gotten there? He didn't remember. But how could he not remember? He sat up, underneath the cover he was wearing a white t-shirt.
"Hello little one" A big man entered the room. He also wore a bird mask, but it had a slightly different shape than the other one. His uniform also seemed a bit more important. The captain, probably.
"Are you feeling better? Apparently, you got injured pretty badly." He said, checking a clipboard. He had a deep and soft voice. I sounded familiar.
"Can you talk? Do you need a glass of water?" He took a full glass from a nearby table and offered it to him.
"I can…" His voice was nothing more than a painful whisper. He gladly took it and drank it all in one sip. A bit of water fell on his shirt.
"Where… Where am I?"
"Well, after the incident, you were knocked out, so the scouts brought you here. You at least deserved some healing after what you did."
"What? What are you talking about?" He looked even more confused. Confused and scared.
"Well, tell me. What do you remember?"
"I remember…" He focused his gaze on the empty glass in his hands.
"I remember…" Now his voice was starting to tremble. A tear ran down his cheek. He tried to look back on his life, but everything was blank. It felt like someone had set fire to his brain, and now all his memories had turned to ash.
"It's okay. Let's start with something simple. Do you have a name? Mine is Jagger. Captain H. Jagger."
"A name… Wait, I remember something! My name ends with the letter R." He exclaimed.
"Well, that's a start. Do you want me to call you R?"
"Okay. And, Captain Jagger, do you know how I got here?"
"I have the report," he held up the clipboard, "of when you were found by a scout group. Apparently you saved their lives"
"I did?" R. asked in awe.
"Here, read it." Jagger handed him the report and patiently waited for him to read.
Mission #845 report.
Witness declaration: Charles Harper, Scout.
We were on a normal scouting mission when we were attacked. I assume by some thieves. They were more powerful than we thought. My comrades had fallen and I was the only one standing. Then a young teenager appeared out of nowhere and he defended us against these criminals. He was surprisingly strong for his age, managing to cast incredibly strong spells. By the end of the fight, he was winning.
The last of those criminals threw a quick spell before running away. Sadly, he couldn't doge it. It hit his head and left him unconscious. As my partners woke up, I told them of this amazing boy. Some of them reported having seen it for some seconds or minutes, but I was the only one to have seen the whole encounter.
We all agreed that he deserve to be taken care of after having saved us, so we brought him with us.
Charles H.
Finally wrote another chapter! Feels good to be productive. I have a lot of things planned for this fic, lots of turns and twists. Untill next time.