- Messages
- 2
"Ah... My head."
His first words echoed through the small and dank room he woke up in. He laid upon a small make shift cot, with a small quilt laying over him for warmth. He slowly opened his eyes, revealing nothing but darkness. He slowly raised his head off the piece of cardboard he assumed was his pillow, rubbing his eyes and yawning. His vision slowly began to adjust to the darkness of the room, where he could see a door to his right and a small chest to his left.
"Where... where the hell am I?"
He shook his head vigorously, desperately trying to hook on to any sort of memory of how he got there. To his dismay, however, he couldn't recall anything about anything, only barely clinging to the edges of his name.
T... Ta... Take? No, no. Come on...
He closed his eyes, desperately trying to catch the hints of his name. With this focus came a vision.
A woman. Toddler in her arms, No older than 3. A gallant table in front of them. Men all around. The toddler... crying.
The toddler looked up, the woman muttering a single word. A loving face. The toddler's crying ceased immediately. That word...
And as quickly as the vision came, it disappeared without a trace. He opened his eyes, tiny tear drops streaming down his face. He quickly wiped them off, remembering his situation. He took the makeshift blanket off his body and got up. He found himself wearing slightly tattered and dirty clothes, but he figured they could be in worse condition.
He eyed the dark brown chest, it's surface scratched and chipped, its paint ruined and faded. He got up out of the cot, and approached the only large object of the room.
He looked around the chest, searching behind and below it for anything that could be dangerous or interesting. After his search came up blank, he placed his hands under the handle of the lid, and slowly opened it. This revealed the three items that the chest secluded. A letter, a blue trench coat, and a short sword.
As soon as he opened the chest, he heard a commotion on the other side of the door. In a panic, he swiftly put on the trench coat and attached the short sword's sheathe to a hook inside the coat.
He then reached for the letter, but decided not to open it, but rather put it away in one of the pockets of the coat.
He then walked toward the door, placed his hand on the handle, and opened the door.
He stepped out into the packed street of what seemed like a marketplace. He took a breath, and assessed his surroundings.
His first words echoed through the small and dank room he woke up in. He laid upon a small make shift cot, with a small quilt laying over him for warmth. He slowly opened his eyes, revealing nothing but darkness. He slowly raised his head off the piece of cardboard he assumed was his pillow, rubbing his eyes and yawning. His vision slowly began to adjust to the darkness of the room, where he could see a door to his right and a small chest to his left.
"Where... where the hell am I?"
He shook his head vigorously, desperately trying to hook on to any sort of memory of how he got there. To his dismay, however, he couldn't recall anything about anything, only barely clinging to the edges of his name.
T... Ta... Take? No, no. Come on...
He closed his eyes, desperately trying to catch the hints of his name. With this focus came a vision.
A woman. Toddler in her arms, No older than 3. A gallant table in front of them. Men all around. The toddler... crying.
The toddler looked up, the woman muttering a single word. A loving face. The toddler's crying ceased immediately. That word...
And as quickly as the vision came, it disappeared without a trace. He opened his eyes, tiny tear drops streaming down his face. He quickly wiped them off, remembering his situation. He took the makeshift blanket off his body and got up. He found himself wearing slightly tattered and dirty clothes, but he figured they could be in worse condition.
He eyed the dark brown chest, it's surface scratched and chipped, its paint ruined and faded. He got up out of the cot, and approached the only large object of the room.
He looked around the chest, searching behind and below it for anything that could be dangerous or interesting. After his search came up blank, he placed his hands under the handle of the lid, and slowly opened it. This revealed the three items that the chest secluded. A letter, a blue trench coat, and a short sword.
As soon as he opened the chest, he heard a commotion on the other side of the door. In a panic, he swiftly put on the trench coat and attached the short sword's sheathe to a hook inside the coat.
He then reached for the letter, but decided not to open it, but rather put it away in one of the pockets of the coat.
He then walked toward the door, placed his hand on the handle, and opened the door.
He stepped out into the packed street of what seemed like a marketplace. He took a breath, and assessed his surroundings.
