30/05/0001 g.s.

A sunny day with only little clouds here and there, the birds are singing beatiful songs and the leaves of the trees are moving with the brise. I enjoed the sight after I remembered what passed a moment ago and finally wake up from my daze. I tried to stand up to take a better look at my surroundings but before I could a piercing pain attacked my head.

It was an incredible level of pain. It was as if someone was triying to bore a hole in my head with an oxidated drill. And then the real pain started. Before it was incredibly painfull but now it's even worse, like that someone has decided that making a hole in my head wasn't enough and now was bumping water at high pressure through said hole.

And it hurt.

It hurt. It hurt.

It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt.

It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt.

It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt.

It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt.

It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt.

It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt.

IT HURT!!!!

I want to stop it but I don't know how. I just grited my teeth and try to endure the pain. I don't know how much time I have been like this but in some point strange "images" started to form in my head. With the pain I couldn't undertand the meaning of those "images" at first but after a while realization hit me. They weren't ramdom "images", they were something like "memories". I dind't recognize those "images". None of them could even happen in my life.

In some point I started to weep. With each pasing moment more and more of those "images" invade me and it was harder to remember my onw life. How I lived..., my family..., my hobbies..., my friends... All of them were blurred memories now... The only memories that are still vivid enough for me to recall are the ones from that strange "room" and what I did there.

After all the pain I have endured It will be for nothing. Even if I survive this pain I won't be myself again. I started criying loudly and I could hear the people in my surroundings doing the same now that I wasn't so concentrated enduring the pain.

There was a cracked voice shouting some unintengible words.

For some reasong I tried to look in the direction of that voice. With an unthinkable effort just to turn my neck I saw it. It was an elf man cladded in chainmail. He was graping the sword at his waist with his bare hand and there was blood droping from his wounded hand. He was still in the ground and holding his head with his free hand, but he looked way better than the rest of us.

An idea appeared in my wrecked mind. I tried reaching my waist with my hand but it proved to be a hard task in my state. But I found what I was looking. There was a dagger atached to my belt. I didn't hesistate and grabed the blade of the dagger with my bare hand, cutting myself in the process.

The next instant the flood of "memories" trying to invade my mind dissapeared and the headache I was having lowered to a beareable level, it was still painfull as hell but not as painfull as before the "memories" started to appear.

After a while the pain stoped just as abruptaly as it started. I was laying in the ground, breathing heavily and looking to the sky. I tried recalling the "memories" that invaded me just a few moments ago but they were gone as if they never existed in the first place.

Or so I though. They were still there but only remained the knowledge in them and not the life of another person.

I sighed in relife. I was still myself. At least my mind was. The body part was another story. I really fucked it and from the basic knowledge I have now of this world and my race I'm going to have more problems than just being a normal human woman.

I though of standing but hesistated. In the end I just lifted myself from the ground and sit where I was. I looked at my surroundings to find a few dozens of people in a similar state to mine or worse. Some of them were still laying in the ground. After scaning the people in my surroundings I noticed that a good part of them were drenched in sweat. When I looked at myself I found that I was too drenched in sweat.

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After calming my mind a bit I looked again at the people in my surroundings. Some of them were now standing and looking at the rest of us with strange faces. Something was off with them. They weren't as drenched in sweat as the rest of us and their eyes looked scary. There wasn't any light in them. I stared at them without knowing what to do.

One by one they started to aproach the nearest people to them. It was scary seing them walking so slowly and like puppets in unision. I didn't see him but I hear someone aproaching me from behind. When I turn my head I saw a man in chainmail with the same scary look as the ones I was looking before.

He was just a few steps from me and his face was starting to distort into a face full of rage. When he was just two steps from me I was frozen in place. I didn't know how to react.

And then he kicked me in the face. I was sent flying almost a meter and landed face first in the ground. But he didn't stop there.

When I was trying to get up he jumped in top of me knocking the air out of my lungs. I tried to fend him off but he was far stronger than me. I couldn't think with clarity. I didn't know what I could have done to that man or why he will atack me. For a moment I think about talking to him but before I could mutter a word he grabbed my neck with both hands. He was trying to choke me to death.

I tried pushing his face away from me, nailing my nails in his eyes and kicking him in the back but to no avail. He didn't even flinch at my atemps to free myself from him. My lungs were burning and trying to breathe was hard and painfull. I was gonna pass away in any second. My mind was blurred and thoughts like "why me?""did I something to deserve this?""I don't want to die" were repeating endessly in my head.

I couldn't push him away. I couldn't stop him from choking me. I couldn't stop him from doing whatever he wanted with me. I was defenseless aganist him. I was going to die before this doomed "game" even started. I was going to die before knowing why I ended here. I was going to die without having accomplished something in my life. I was going to die just like that without being able to do something to save myself.

I don't want this. I don't wanna die. I don't want anything of this.

I make a last desesperate attemp to free myself. I started to punch him in the face even if it was futile. I was hurting my hands in vain until I see the blood dripping from my palm. I have forgotten it with this sudden situation of life and death. The dagger at my waist that helped me freing myself from the flood of "memories". I didn't see any more options in my dying state. I wasn't thinking clearly and let the "knowledge" ingraived in my mind by force took control of my actions.

By the moment I could think with clarity again everything has ended. There was a warn liquid all over my face, my chest and my left arm. My left hand holding the dagger was at the side of the neck of the man trying to choke me. The blade of the dagger was embedded in his neck and blood was sprouting profusely from the wound.

It just took me a moment to realize what I have done and the origin of the warn liquid over my body. I screamed in pure terror from what I have done and pushed aside the now limb body of the man in top of me. I started to crawl away in the opposite direction of the mans body until I fall to the ground. I turn my head to see if he was chasing me afraid that he was still alive and wanting to end what he has started. The sight was horryble. The man was laying flat in the ground in a pool of his onw blood. There were streaks of blood leaking from his mouth, his face was distorted in an horryble way and there were a few wounds in his neck from stabbing him repeatedly that were still sprouting the last bits of blood left in his limb body.

*Bleeeuuuurgh*

I ended throwing after seing that scene. I killed a person so I could live... even if it was in self deffense. I crossed a line that shouldn't be crossed. I just... killed somenone... I did it inconciusly but I still did it nonetheles. I curled in a ball were I was and cried.

I don't now how much time I were like that but after some time something started to tap my shoulder. I ignored it for a while but it only make it pester me more. When it was annoying enough I lift my head to see what was it. There stood a woman in robes looking at me with a face full of worry. She was saying something to me but I couldn't understand her. My mind was in turmoil and I couldn't differentiate one word from another. I think she was trying to reassure me but couldn't care less in that moment. I just wanted to be left alone so I just keep ignoring her. Sorry woman who I don't know but please left me alone.

*CRACK*

When I was going to reasume my self lamenting moment, there was a sound as if something was cracking. It was a sound familiar to me for some odd reasong. Curiosity took the better of me and I looked in the direction I think the sound come. The moment I see a winged man appearing from a crack in the middle of a circle of light I regreted doing it.

-"Well well well, how have you been guys?"