''Mmm… '' He mumbles, hesitating to answer.

''If you don't want to, I won't force you.'' Bigon assured him with a bit of suspicion.

''It's not that I don't want to, it's just that… I don't know.''

''What do you mean?'' Bigon was surprised by his response.

''I can't remember anything that happened before yesterday. Everything appears blank, like there's a void in my mind." He said it with worry.

''What!'' Bigon exclaimed, shocked by the revelation.

''I have no memories of my past," He confessed with half the truth. His juggled memories made him a liar.

''So, tell me… what do you remember?'' Bigon asked, hoping to uncover something.

''I remember waking up in the forest… naked.''

''Yeah, I can see that,'' Bigon said, trying not to laugh.

''Then… I met that creature while eating some fruit, and that was the end of it. And you know the rest.''

''Quite a ride indeed,'' Bigon replied, shaking his head in disbelief.

''Wait a minute, what fruit did you eat?'' Bigon asked with a mix of curiosity and concern.

''You know, the fruit of that big tree where you found me with that creature…''

"And you're all right?" Bigon inquired, surprised.

''Why?''

''Ah… Ah… Because that fruit makes you hallucinate. Surprisingly, it doesn't affect animals or birds. But it definitely makes humans hallucinate.''

''Hallucinate…''

''I don't know much about it, but I heard it can make you see things. Which are deceiving or compelling illusions that aren't actually there.''

''Ohh…'' His interest peaked as he pondered whether what he had seen before waking up was a hallucination or not.

He couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to it than just a simple hallucination.

He now has a vague understanding of two worlds, which exist side by side in his mind. Everything in his mind is fragmented memory.

But he somehow knows everything there is to know. It's just that there is an inability to fully grasp or comprehend it all.

Like how he understands what a horse is and what a pegasus is. But he can't put those together to form a clear image in his mind. It's as if his knowledge surpasses his ability to visualise.

He looked at the duo of father and son with a mixture of doubt and confusion. He couldn't help but wonder whether they were real or not.

His curious eyes caught the eyes of Bigon, the father. Bigon replayed while grinning.

''No, we are not hallucinations. We are real!''

''My father is a hunter, and we collect herbs while in the forest. So we know a little bit of medicine to help with your injuries." The son explained their side, hoping to gain his trust.

''So, what should we call you? Let me think of something. Pega or Gasus, which one is better?

Or should we call you Pegasus?" Bigon asked, proud of his naming sense and eager to find a suitable name for their new friend.

''Why… I… don't…'' He was taken aback by the bizarre naming scenario that was happening.

''You don't have to worry; I will choose it for you,'' Bigon assured him with a confident smile.

"How about… Ibzel?" The son, Ibber, suggests a new one.

There was quite a silence after that. No one spoke for a few moments, both father and son staring at each other, waiting for a response. Soon, a smile slowly spread on Bigon's face.

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Bigon broke the silence and said, "Ibzel sounds like a great choice!"

''Ibzel sounds like a perfect name for you, my friend.'' Bigon replied, confused.

''I will bring the food here." Bigon said as he headed towards the bonfire.

As the father walked away, the son came closer to Ibzel and whispered, ''That's my brother's name."

''Your brother…?''

''Yeah, he died a few years ago." Ibber whispered solemnly.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Ibzel replied sympathetically.

''No… it's alright. I don't have much recollection of how he was. It was 11 years ago, I was around 8 at the time. But my father misses him dearly. He never talks about him anymore. But we all know he still carries his memory in his heart."

''How did he lose his life?''

''We never found out the exact details, but my father was with him in his final moments. We were told that he passed away peacefully in his sleep."

''Was he sick?''

"No, no, no, he was in perfect health. He was in the forest hunting with my father.''

''Were they attacked by a wild beast?''

''We don't know?… But that scar on my father's face was from that accident.''

''Oh…''

"He never mentioned it. But it was obvious that he blamed himself for the mishap. He carried a heavy burden in silence. Even my moth…''

His words were cut off by the sudden arrival of Bigon, carrying a tray of meat.

"Be careful, it's hot," warned Bigon as he placed the tray of meat on the ground near Ibzel.

Ibber chopped the meat into small pieces and carefully placed them in Ibzel's mouth. Ibzel took his time to chew, savouring the flavour and feeling the warmth of the meat on his tongue.

''Do you like it?'' Bigon asked, eagerly awaiting Ibzel's response.

''Yes, it's delicious," Ibzel replied with a smile.

''We don't have anything else; that's all we have left,'' Bigon explained, his voice filled with disappointment.

''And Ibzel… What do you think of your name? Do you like it? ''

Ibzel hesitated for a moment, then responded, ''Yeah… I love it.''

Ibzel was unsure of how to react to the circumstances.

''I know Ibber told you everything, So don't be weird about it,'' Ibzel said, trying to ease the tension.

"Yes, It's unique and special," Ibzel replied with a smile.

''So, Ibzel, how about some drinks to celebrate your naming? We have some left over liquor.'' Ibber suggested.

''Do you think he is old enough to drink?'' Bigon refuted his son's suggestion.

''What do you think my age is?'' Even Ibzel was curious about his age.

''Oh… Yeah… You can't remember anything. So, let me guess. 13, 14 , or maybe 15? Not More than that, I assure you.'' Bigon cracked a smile and patted Ibzel's shoulder.

''So I'm a teenager then, ah!'' Ibzel replied with a hint of excitement.

''I don't know how to feel about your situation. It feels weird when you say it like that.'' Ibber added, scratching his head and thinking.

''Would you like some more meat?'' Bigon asked, pointing to the plate of meat.

''Yeah, I would love to have some more.''

''Sure… IBBER!'' Bigon yelled at Ibber.

Ibber started to chop the meat again.

''So, What is this meat? It tastes delicious," Ibzel said with a satisfied expression on his face.

''This is monkey meat.'' Ibber responded. ''It's the easy one you can find; they are easy to catch.''

''Yeah, the meat is good, but the way it was cooked, it really was tasty."

''Ibber is the one who cooked them. It's not just because he's my son, I assure you. However, he is an excellent cook." Bigon exclaimed with pride.

Ibber grinned and looked proud.

"He knows all the best recipes." Bigon continued, "And I taught him everything that he knows."

''You've got a nice son there," Ibzel complimented while devouring the meat that was placed in his mouth by Ibber.

''So Ibzel, what are you going to do now? What's your plan? ''

''I don't know… ''

''We've already wrapped up our hunt for the day. We are going back home tomorrow. Do you want to come with me and Ibber? We can take you to the town hall to see if they can identify you."

''Yeah, that sounds like a good idea,'' Ibzel replied, his eyes wide with interest. "I would love to find out more about my past and see if anyone recognises me. Maybe they can help me figure out who I really am."

''My boy, Ibzel, you speak with a maturity that surpasses your appearance.'' Bigon said it with a radiant smile in his eyes.

Ibzel said, "Maybe I am smart," with a smile.

Ibzel's senses twitched. He felt a strange presence in the air, as if someone was watching them. His heart started racing, and he turned his head to the side to see who or what it could be.

He whispered to Ibber, "Do you feel that too?"

''Wha…'' The sudden wind that blew over them cut off Ibber. Accompanied by a sharp, chilling sensation.

Suddenly, the bonfire in the centre of the field went out, causing an eerie silence to fill the air.

Leaving only the remains of fire ember particles in the air, slowly decending to the ground.

Ibzel's smile faded as a cold chill ran down his spine.

Bigon and Ibber freeze in their stances. Their eyes twitched sideways. They exchanged worried glances, unsure of what was about to happen.

The field was enveloped in darkness. The moon was hidden behind thick clouds, casting a frightening shadow over the scene. The silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of their own racing hearts.

Bigon slowly put his fingers on his lip and gestured for Ibzel to stay quiet. Ibzel could sense that something dangerous was lurking nearby. It felt like they were being watched.

The air got colder as they patiently waited. Frost started to slowly eat away at the grass. The temperature dropped rapidly.

Their breath turned into visible puffs of mist, adding to the unsettling atmosphere. The anticipation grew, as if time had frozen along with the landscape.

With his body immobile, Ibzel was in a panic. He didn't know how to respond. He couldn't move or speak, trapped in the paralysing grip of fear.

Ibzel and Ibber shared a silent, desperate look, realising that they were both helpless in the face of the unknown. Bigon concentrated on searching for the uninvited guest.

They heard grass being crushed in the far corner of the field. Their hearts raced as the sound grew louder, echoing through the stillness of the night.

Straining their eyes, they scanned the darkness for any sign of movement. The tension in the air was obvious, and every nerve in their bodies was on edge.

A huge leg came forward as they were still waiting, showed off the huge, razor-sharp claws on its paw.