Lost Memories

Authored by: Doublecrossed94

Disclaimer: I don't own Ragnarok Online and the characters of this story.

I looked at the crowds of Prontera; at the children happily running around, at the merchants and their customers, at the knights in patrol.

It was seven years ago when I lost my memory. I wonder what had happened. All I recall is that I woke up near a fire burning the firewood in the middle of the woods.

The one who rescued me goes by the name of Howard Alt – Eisen. He saved a swordswoman and me from some strange accident, according to him by the way.

So now, I lived my life and became a blacksmith. I swore that I will make up for every memory I lost by living my life the way I want it to be.

I looked around; no customers seemed interested at looking at my wares. I stood and dragged my cart with me.

Since the capitol is full of people, I decided to take myself outside and relax.

I lay down on the grass, looking at the sky with amazement. The sky seemed like there, just there. Right from the beginning, the sky is already there. So maybe if I get to talk with the sky, maybe I would hear what I was before I lost my memory.

I sighed, wishing that could happen. I decided to stroll by the cliff. Poring bouncing happily and Creamies fluttered their wings just cheered me up. The seawater was beating the rocks that stood as the foundation of the cliff.

After my stroll, I decided to go back to business.

After some time, an arrow flew by my face; barely missing my face. I looked at the direction where the arrow came from and what I found was a raven-haired archer.

He didn't actually stand out; he had bloodshot eyes and he didn't even reached my neck. Though this archer seems nostalgic, what he did isn't something to be easily let it slide.

"Sorry," the archer immediately apologized, "I was just hunting a Creamy that teleported when I flung the arrow."

I decided to let this one slip away. I smiled at him weakly and said that he won't have to worry about it already.

So I continued my walk towards the capitol. However, the archer really gets to one's nerves when he spoke.

"Do you have any arrows there?" he asked. I hid my annoyed face with a cheerful one.

"You don't have yours?" I fake smiled. And he bought it.

"I don't have any anymore."

I sighed, "Here." I threw three quivers full of arrows.

"Thanks," he responded as he caught the quivers.

"Can I ask something again?" the archer inquired. I kept my temper and responded with a nod.

"Do you know someone by the name of Armeyer Dinze?"

This person to know something of my past so I responded with, "I am Armeyer Dinze."

The archer seems extremely happy about what I said. He grinned at me widely and asked if he could go with me as I sell my wares.

We talked to each other as we approached the capitol. This person seems know me, I thought.

"So you lost your memories after that incident huh?" the archer sadly said.

I don't know what he meant by that, I remained silent as he started to talk about the way I was before.

"Let's say, before, you were the only one who supplies me arrows. I was your number one customer before."

"You were always grouchy, as if you hate the world for not buying your wares. But whenever someone buys, your eyes sparkle with delight," he reminisced, smiling at the memory.

"If you have any questions about yourself before that incident, you may ask me right now you know," the archer boasted, he gave me a smug look.

"So, if you do know me, what was the incident that made me lose my memory?" I asked, clearly looking for a clear answer.

"You and I were taken into some lab with mad scientists. They tested us with various solutions, poisons, and many more," he grimly stated, as if he really didn't want to recall the memory.

"Huh?"

"Well, let's say maybe you hated to live that time and forced yourself into unconsciousness, that's what I heard when the prison guards of my cell were talking about," he sighed.

"Don't tell anything about it anymore. I don't want to hear anymore of this nasty history of mine, I like it better this way," I ordered, frowning at what he said.

"Ok, so how's life now?" he asked, smiling at what I said.

"Good business, happy earnings," I stated nonchalantly.

"I'm happy for you, by the way, you can take these quivers," he said, returning the three quivers I gave him a while ago.

I frowned at him as I placed them at my cart then, I asked for his name.

"Kavach, Kavach Icarus," he replied grimly.

"Eh?"

"No… Nothing," he smiled.

We entered the capitol and found everything in chaos; knights were carrying injured people as some priests heal them. Groups of guards ran towards the square.

"Oh my," Kavach said, looking at the injured people around. "They're here!"

Kavach sprinted towards the capitol square and skirted his way.

I was left there dumbfounded and decided to go there too.

"I'm sorry but this place is off limits miss," the crusader blocking the way said.

"Out of my way!" I ordered furiously at the crusader.

"There has been a couple of kids that broke a bloody branch they got from the black market, so it's been handled by guards," explained the crusader as he placed his heavy shield in front of him to serve as a wall to keep the me from passing through.

I decided to take this seriously. I took out my axe and hurled it into the shield. It didn't break, much to the crusaders joy, but it remained there, stuck at the shield.

I grinned at the crusader for what he did. The axe was hellishy heavy add to his heavy shield. Since the pathway to the square is narrow, and his heavy shield is blocking the way with my axe on it. It would take him moments enough before he could take the shield away.

I climbed the wall by my axe's handle and jumped to the wall's edge and landed at the ground.

With the crusader's armor heavy compared to mine, I could outrun this guy.

After a while, I figured out that the crusader just gave up on me. So, all that's left to do is to sneak towards the square.

When I reached the square, Kavach was on the ground, motionless. His companions too are on the ground. I ran towards the pained archer and found myself being surrounded by several knights.

"What's this blacksmith doin' here?" one of them asked. His eyes were staring directly at me, intimidating me with fear.

"I-I came to… ummm…look for an archer," I hesitantly replied.

"Huh? An archer? You mean the one there on the ground?" another asked, pointing at Kavach.

"Y-Yeah! That's him!" I responded.

"Are you one of them?" another of them asked.

"N-No."

"Then why are you here?" the first knight asked.

"He forgot something and I have to give it to him."

"Don't bother, he's dead," the third one ordered, beckoning at the other two to bring me outside the scene.

I struggled, trying to escape from their grasp. I just found myself crying for no reason, as if the archer is something special to me.

"Why are you trying to go to the archer? Don't you know he's one of the few who tried to attack the castle," one of them asked, clearly furious at my struggle.

I remained silent as I continue to struggle until a voice from their behind said, "Just let her go there."

The knights turned and immediately bowed and skirted away immediately. Before me was a redhead wizard and a turquoise haired knight.

"Figures," the wizard stated nonchantly; his face looked annoyed.

"Wait, you guys look like the swordswoman and the mage there!" I blurted out pointing at the dead bodies on the ground.

"We, just like you, were victims of what happened seven years ago," the knight explained.

"So, that means you know the archer, Kavach Icarus, yes?" the wizard inquired.

"You know him?" I asked, the tears were no longer coming out.

"No, but I guess you do, just go there and if any asked you who made you go there, say it's Laurell Weinder that made you," he said, gesturing at me to go to the archer.

I smiled at them and bowed deeply before going for it. I don't know why but as I neared the archer, tears were coming out from my eyes again, as if he is something dear to me.

I stopped. I found Kavach on the ground, dying.

"Who's there?" he asked weakly, his eyes not open.

"Me, Armeyer Dinze," I replied, carefully not letting Kavach hear me crying.

"Oh, hey there Armeyer," he smiled weakly, "sorry for what happened a while ago."

"Idiot," I scolded him.

"Maybe this is goodbye."

"Huh?"

"My wish is finally fulfilled," he smiled, though his eyes were closed, tears were coming from it.

"I can leave this world happily."

"What do you mean Kavach?"

"I am like a ghost, I can't simply leave this world unless this 'wish' of mine has been fulfilled so I ran away from the laboratory I was stuck when I found myself a chance. I traveled from Lighthalzen to here just to see you again. So maybe, I can be in peace."

"When I saw you, I thought you were Armeyer and figures, you really are Armeyer," he explained, sounding amused.

I remained silent the whole time, until I can't hear him breathe anymore.

"See… you again… next time… in the… next world."

"Thank… you."

Then, there was nothing.

I buried my face into his chest and cried.

I cried.

I cried.

I cried.

"Sure thing," I smiled in between my sobs.

Whoa, I updated.

Whoa.

I would like to thank a beta reader of mine who burned me with his flames. Yeah. He said that me first plot was too generic already so I guess this ought to do the trick.

Nothin' much to say this time. Hehe.