Chapter 3- Amnesia

Chris orbed himself and his mother away from the rolling car. He had only a little strength and hardly knew where he was going. He had made his mother stop orbing but he couldn't stop himself.

Finally he stopped, when he lifted his head up he didn't recognize where he was. The throbbing pain in his head became worse. Chris shut his eyes and lowered his head. He didn't even flinch when a pair of soft hands touched his face.

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When Chris woke up again he noticed the pain in his head had recede to a dull throb.

'Where am I?' He thought. 'How'd I get here? Who am I?'

He sat up and looked around. The bed he was laying in was a dark blue with sliver moons on it. The paint on the walls was also a dark blue. Then he finally noticed the women asleep in the chair beside him.

She had short blond hair, and light tanned skin.

Chris crawled over the bed and shook the woman's arm. "Umm, excuse me?"

The women opened her eyes and jumped. "Ah, awake are we?" Her deep green eyes studied him carefully.

"How do you feel?" she asked

"A bit sore, but I don't know why I am." Chris answered.

"You don't remember?" She asked.

Chris shook his head. "Remember what?"

"Well for starters, You've got a nasty cut on the side of your head." She pointed to the bandage on his head.

Chris raised his hand and felt the bandage, trying to remember something, anything.

"Don't play with it. You'll make it bleed!" The woman scolded as she stood up then sat back down on the edge of the bed beside Chris. She looked over the wound and when she was sure it wouldn't bleed again, she asked. "Do you have a name?"

Chris stared at the wall in front of him, trying to think. But the pain in his body didn't seem to help matters.

He turned back to the woman.

"I can't remember." By now Chris felt like crying.

Seeing his pain, the woman put a hand on his shoulder she asked again. "Can you remember anything?"

"I can remember a lot of different things. But for some reason I can't remember anything about me or who I am." Tears formed in the corner of his eyes, but Chris didn't do anything, he just let them fall.

The woman reached over and handed Chris a tissue, which he accepted with reluctance.

"Thanks." Chris sighed wiping away his tears.

The girl chuckled. "No problem kiddo."

Chris smiled. "I do know one thing thought."

"Oh, what's that?" She asked with a smile.

"I don't know your name." He answered

The woman's smile widened. "Elizabeth. Elizabeth Corvin." She extended her hand. Chris looked at it funnily then back up Elizabeth; He gave her a 'Hunh? Your crazy' look. "It's a handshake." She explained. "The person puts they're hand out, then you take it and give it a small shake."

Chris raised an eyebrow but did as she said. He took her hand and he shook it. Chris gave her a lopsided grin, feeling much better then he had before.

"Now we need to give you a name buddy." Elizabeth said as she leaned against the backboard of the bed. "Kay lets think for a minute."

Chris closed his eyes then opened them again when something struck him. "For some reason the names Wyatt or Chris comes to mind. Maybe one of them was my name before… before I forgot." He looked at Elizabeth for help.

Elizabeth took his face in her hands and looked him over. "I'd go with Chris." She answered putting her hand down, then added. "Wyatt sound to perky and clean. I think the name Chris suits you fine."

Chris smiled. "Then my names Chris." He stuck out his hand. Elizabeth smiled and shook it.

They were quite for a while before Elizabeth asked.

"So, um, Chris. Since you don't know where you're from and all," she paused and gave Chris a kind look. "How about you stay with me? Just until we can find your parents. But if you don't want to I understand. We can go to the church and-"

Chris eyes went wide. "NO! I want to stay with you!" He flung his arms around her waist and started to cry. "You're the only person I know. Please don't leave me too!"

Elizabeth smiled, happy Chris wanted to stay with her. She had been alone for quite sometime since her fiancée died by the hands of an unruly demon, and she had taken an instant liking to this young boy. For some reason she felt the need to protect him. But she didn't feel the need to protect him from her magic.

'Sometimes I wish I wasnt a witch.' Liz thought.

"Okay Chris you can stay with me. So what do you like to eat?" she asked.

Chris looked up, his tears gone but the stains still sliding down his cheeks. He gave Elizabeth a gaint smile.

"Pancakes!"