Author's Note:

First of, this is my novel that I plan to only calibrate how bad can my novel writing perform, thus, may have a chance to be dropped or somewhat not, depending on how satisfied I am with the result I'd get. Even so! I'll try to make this story as enjoyable as possible, just for the sake of the readers :).

Opinions, much harsh criticism or even a simple comment would be highly appreciated! I will reply to every single of these posts so long as they don't become too many, and as soon as possible as well xD.

Current tags (As of posting this prologue) are meant only for the current chapter (the prologue). As the story grows, I will include more tags should the viewer or I deem necessary. Do expect a tag of 'Reader Interactive' in the future as well!

With that said, happy reading ;).

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Prologue – I exist, therefore I am

Hey… what does one do when they lose their memory? Seek them again in order to reaffirm themselves of their identity? Obtain the knowledge of whether if they really did possess a life before the current them, or is it simply nothing but an illusion? Hey… tell me.

You see… I have forgotten something. No, I did not forget a person, nor did I forget a place. What had escaped the cage of my own mind, was the memory of myself. Yes, I have forgotten everything about myself, up to the memory before now, and the identity that I had carried before.

When I opened my eyes, all I know about myself was… nothing. I saw stone walls, rough and bumpy floor, the squeaking of bats in the distance, and the occasional grunt of something I do not know. I know those, even if I do not know the last one. And yet, all of these general things I could have chosen to forget, it was myself that had been picked.

Why? What has happened? It hurts… it’s excruciating to not know why have I forgotten myself. The lost of my identity… why did it happen?

Even so… it matters no more now. I live in the present, and the past is none but the past. Even if that past is no longer existent. I should first try to learn about myself. Indeed, that is what I should do first, rather than panicking on my own for forgetting things that I can recollect. Hopefully, that is.

So… as I have known, I’m momentarily in a cave. It does not appear to be that I am standing on the ground, as I cannot feel its humidity and roughness. I am… hovering in the air, I suppose. Am I fairy then? Or a winged being that is flying in the air, clueless of what it really is? There’s only one way to find out.

I glance downward upon myself, and much to my surprise, all I saw was the ground. There was nothing but the air between my gaze and the floor of the cave. This is… unthinkable. I do not possess of a body? I see no limbs, no body, no nothing. Truly, what on heaven’s sake am I?

A dead end, so it is. I do not retain the memory of my past being, nor do I possess any method to regain them back. I cannot even reaffirm my own species. Just like that, I am back to square one. Such a luck.

As I wander within the space of my own mind, I was forced back into the reality as the grunts from an unknown source crept closer. Along with it, the distinctive sound of footsteps clamoring within the cave could also be picked up. With what I was provided, I imagine it possess a vocal organ, and also legs. A humanoid being, I presume.

Should I be afraid of the oncoming unknown? To fear it for my own safety? I do not know. The feeling of fear has been tamed by the feeling of insecurity, the lion shackled in place by the chains a thousand times stronger. What should I do? Again, I do not know.

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And so, without the feeling of fear crawling within my mind, I face against the owner of the grunting as it reveals itself. It was a green being, small but sturdy, and within its hand was a blade with a handle. That is… a dagger, I suppose. The eyes of the green being shone a dying color of gold, shimmered by the darkness of the cave. Its hideous facial features were an unfit pair with the color of its own eyes.

It’s a monster. It has a name… but what is it? Small, hideous, and green. A… goblin? Ah, yes! It’s a goblin. Good to know my general knowledge is somehow still intact. But… I also recall it as a quite the barbarous and hostile being. Should I not worry of my own safety as of this moment? I could be in mortal danger right now, and yet, I’m not doing anything about it.

The goblin walked step by step just in front of me, its head spinning a partial right and then left, surveying the area that lay out before it. A moment after, right under me, it stops. Please, do not look up. But, my luck was really bad, I guess. As soon as I wished it doesn’t look up, it had to look upward right then. This is it. This is my end.

However, instead of attacking me by swinging its tiny dagger, the goblin looked forward once more and began moving away. Huh…? Did it not… notice me? What has happened? How could it not see me? Ah… my mind is so full of questions, each seeking for their own answers, and yet, stuck in the eternal loop of oblivion. I want to satisfy them with their urges, but I do not know how.

In any matter, I should perceive myself as lucky enough to become unnoticed by the goblin, thus prolonging the time I’ll be alive.

…Hmm?

As I took a closer look upon the leaving goblin, I couldn’t help but to notice a strange-looking orb, black and spiraling on top of its head. Since the cave itself had been dark, it was no wonder that I had not notice it earlier. Nonetheless, why was an orb hanging on top of the goblin, and what exactly was that orb?

Intrigued, I felt myself reaching for the orb, as if I had hands that could grab its very plane of existence. I could see it, the shadowy white illusion of my hands manifesting as unknown molecules began gathering together, and how it started creeping closer towards the floating mysterious orb. It was then, that deep inside the sea of my subconscious, a few words began floating into creation.

That word is… it is… Become the answer to me, unknown.

As soon as I thought of it, the orb that spiraled upon the head of the goblin ceased its resistance, and exuded a bright glow of brilliance. Behind the back of the orb, white fluttery wings spread out, scattering out bright illusionary feathers that slowly float down on the ground, and disintegrating soon after. It was almost as if… the orb was welcoming me.

What will happen if I am to become successful in holding it? Will it become cracked and shatter into unseen dusts? Absorbed by me and turn into yet another one of a million things that I will never know? I know not, but as long as there is something I could do to cure this wretched oblivion of mine, then I’ll take it.

With that said… here I go.