That horrific language. That appearance. That look. I recognize it all. I— how did I let this happen? No. Could I have even done anything about this? No. Nonononononoono—
”AHHHHHHHHHHH!!”
Huff. Huff.
A nightmare. I had a nightmare. Were they originally this scary? It took me a few seconds to compose myself.
Huh. I can’t even remember it anymore. Well that’s that. Time to—
”…”
Chills crept up my spine.
”This… am I dreaming again?”
I took a glance around my surroundings. I lay on a somewhat high bed — how I remembered it to be a “bed” was beyond me, but it made me seem as though “I” was the only thing I had forgotten. The blanket lay sprawled on the carpet floor, probably due to my nightmarish awakening. The room was big. But not too big. “Spacious” would be the correct word to describe it. A wardrobe locker was set up in front of me, a mirror on its door; it allowed me to understand my appearance.
A man in his late 20s, of a medium build and tall? height. Bluish black hair that would probably shine in light, and a confused gaze that left the hazel colored eyes looking youthful and energetic. In complete contrast however, they also seemed to hide a history. A long, long history. All that lay upon an above-average face, almost looking as if a hot anime character had come to life.
… a what? OUCH!
Crumpling pain assaulted my head. My appearance, I suppose I did not like seeing it. So, I resumed my focus on the room. The pale green walls, the blank white ceiling; all held a few piles of books, and a giant whiteboard in their embrace. On said whiteboard, were written a few words. Some small, and some exceptionally large.
”You chose the lesser evil.”
The smaller ones said, silently pressing their presence in in the top-left corner of the board.
Childish giggles resounded outside the window behind me.
I keep loosing focus for some reason. Right. The big letters. These guys were glaring enough to make me forget anything else. How I ended up focusing on the smaller letters first when these giant letters existed was beyond me.
On the whiteboard, covering almost 90% of it; lay written 3 numbers.
990.
Those numbers gave a feeling of dissatisfaction, a feeling of impatience. For what I wonder.
Click. Claaaaaaaaaaang.
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My worries did not have time to properly arrive. The door opened, snatching my attention away. And with it, entered a little girl. The girl could be no older than 10. Either that or she suffered from some kind of disorder. She had a doll-like face; it awoke an instinct to protect. Big round eyes, Purple irises. A small nose and a small mouth. She had raven black hair with purplish highlights. She kept them bound into side curls. Her appearance was startling enough to make me forget the noise the door made while opening. Who was she anyway? Why was she here?
”You awake, big brothar?”
Well… That answered my question. Here’s another; is that a lisp, or is she just trying to act cute? Let us keep that aside for a second.
A major problem remained. What was it?
See the thing is…
I didn’t recognize this room. Nor did I recognize my appearance. I didn’t even recognize this “little sister” of mine. Who… I forgot.
Who was I?
I had forgotten my name, I had forgotten my identity. It seemed as though…
I had lost my memories.
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A staring contest occurred between me and my sister. It kept up for a uncomfortably long time before my sister said with a sigh.
”You forgot your memories agAin, brotha?”
”…”
Me forgetting my memories is a recurring thing!?!? Also, how in the world does she recognize it so quickly? I stopped my thoughts from flying.
”It seems so.” A short response. The girl nodded, then pointed to the calendar on the table beside my bed. 4th of September, 27,615 it said. 27 thousand years. I didn’t know why, but I found that to be an exceptionally long time. I looked back at the girl.
”Mananglathethalia.”
What?
It seemed as though my confusion showed on my face.
”It’s my name. Mananglathethalia.”
Ok… Just how in the world are you able to speak such a complicated name so fluently, and at the same time lisp out whenever you try to pronounce “brother”? Also isn’t that way too long of a name? Well, what would I know of the naming culture?
”You normally call me Mana, so can you please use that?” She asked in a polite and cute manner.
”Um, yeah sure. Mana. Right?” She nodded with a beaming smile.
”Anyways, do you remember your name?”
I shook my head.
”Eon. Eon Aika.” Is apparently what my name is. Eon. I need to remember that. Eon Aika.
Thud.
She fell back to the ground. When did she come up to the bed anyway? Slowly taking a look at the room, she went back to door.
”Come brotha.” She said with a lisp, beckoning me to come with her. ”Let’s meet our parents once more!” She said with a smile.
How? How can you smile in this situation? I’m confused. Shouldn’t people be sad or a little unsettled? Is me loosing my memories that common? Just an everyday occurrence? Do I ever even get my memories back?
I put these questions at the back of my mind, and put the blanket back on the bed.
Taking a last look at this room of mine, and the characters on the whiteboard, I silently made my way down the stairs.