Who am I?

What am I?

I feel like I have answered that question a thousand times but still haven't come close to the real answer.

I struggle to my feet.

I have two feet. They are almost as long as my body and head combined. I have only one head and one torso. I have two arms, though, which I use to touch my legs and body. They are soft.

I must be a human. What is a human?

The question explodes in my head with a shower of images and loud noises I cannot even begin to comprehend. I feel this question is even more difficult than the first one, so I put a lid on it.

My hands find two large lumps of flesh on my chest. Breasts. I lower one hand to where my legs meet. It feels smooth and nice through the clothes. Primary and secondary female sex characteristics.

I am a woman. How old am I? Must be at least 16.

Clothes. My entire body is covered with clothes, excluding the head. It has dark colors I identify as black and blue. They are skintight yet sturdy.

Who clothed me?

I look around. I am standing in a dark room but darkness doesn't prevent me from seeing the faraway walls. The room is completely empty.

The next moment, I hear a voice. I immediately hate it.

"Are you awake, Your Majesty?"

Majesty. Mine. My head explodes again. Loud noises, bright images… pain. Blood, battle, death. These are not my memories. I drive them back.

I am back on the floor, panting and sweating. My clothes absorb the moisture almost immediately.

"Who am I?"

My voice is weak and high-pitched. I must be young, after all.

"You are Olivie Segbrecht, Sankt Kaiser of the great Belkan Empire, Your Majesty…"

Olivie. That isn't my name. The voice is still talking.

"…sometimes, Your Majesty indulges in calling yourself otherwise."

"What is it?" My voice becomes coarse, my body tenses. "What do I call myself?"

"I cannot tell you."

"I am the king, I order you!"

"With due respect, Your Majesty, I believe that knowledge would be harmful to your recovery."

Recovery. Am I sick?

I expect another explosion but instead, a single memory comes up. A young woman is smiling at me. A cheerful, loving face. Sad and strict purple eyes. She says my name to me but I cannot hear it.

"Mama…" my lips whisper.

I don't understand why but my body curls up on the floor and then darkness enters my mind.