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“Oi, get up!”

These words invade the silence, and with it comes noise, a cacophony of background voices, encompassing and entirely too loud, the dim darkness around giving way to bright vibrant colors all meshed into one, brown unfocused eyes blink blearily.

“Get up already”

Your senses automatically focus on that voice, scratchy and hoarse. A hand tightens around shoulders and pulls.

[Author insert : Okay pause… This is not in second person point of view, the continuing story will be told in third person point of view, but before we get back to the story I have to make something known; bear with me, this will only take a moment.

“Spoken words”

°A characters take on words°

“- Words spoken with emphasis -"

“'Flashbacks'”

‘Thoughts’

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In the beginning there is darkness, they are stumbling through it, lost in despair and panic, unable to escape, and then a voice reaches their ears, penetrating the darkness and providing an anchor of some sort, leading them into a plethora of colors, and overwhelming noise.

“Get up already” the voice commands.

They focus on that one voice, blocking everything else out, reducing the voice to the background, they shut their eyes against the light, returning to darkness;

A hand tightens around their shoulder and pulls them to their feet and they vaguely register that they are standing, they attempt to open their eyes and shut them as white light floods their vision.

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“What’s your name?” The voice asks

‘Again with the demands. But – what is my name?’ They think and find they cannot remember, in fact it seems they cannot remember anything at all. The discovery leaves them confused.

“Are you lost?” The voice asks

They attempt to think on it and find a headache descending

“Hey!”

The person holding unto them jostles them and they loll helplessly

‘Stop … doing… that… I’ll throw up. Am I lost? I don’t – I don’t know. Where am i? Who is this person?’ Why were they being so troublesome?’

These thoughts ran through their mind as the person frisked them, entirely too handy for their liking, still, it is not until the tip of a dagger presses into their side that they realize the kind of situation they are in, and they find their breath begins to come in quick.

‘This person could harm me! Maybe they mean to harm me, why would they? Better yet why wouldn’t they?’

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‘Just because they were manhandling me doesn’t mean that they mean me harm, right? They could be security, or not, do I even want to know?’ They think ‘it’s not as if I could do anything about it, just calm down’

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“Can you hear me even?” The voice asks, tone now irritated

They open their mouth to attempt to speak but no word come out, no matter how hard they try.

‘What is this? Why can’t I speak?’

They would have wanted to say that they don’t know where they were, they needed help, they cannot tell that to this person.

“Tch. I’ll just drop you off at the healers”

They are hoisted up and slung over a shoulder, and their eyes jerk open to white, slightly focusing to reveal cracked cobble stone, and then their vision goes dark.

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“How are they even alive?”

“Don’t ask me! I found them sprawled out in the middle of the road”

“They’re lucky you got them here in time”

‘…Were they talking about me?’

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Hazel eyes flutter open to a stone ceiling, they blink and move to sit up from their lying position, their muscles protest but they persist and end up with their feet dangling off the side of the small bed they have been laid to rest

‘Where… Where the hell am i?’

They look around in a bid to discover more and find a table beside the bed with two covered bowls sitting on it, and on the other side of the room an empty chair, the room they are in is otherwise empty, made completely from stone with a wooden door.

‘What is going on?’

Their stomach rumbles and their face flushes slightly, they glance back to the covered bowl and look away, hands curling at their sides, remaining where they are for a few more seconds. When they move, it is towards the table, pausing with their hands already reaching for the bowls

‘I shouldn’t’ they think ‘But I’m so hungry’

They gulp and drop their hands, dropping back into the bed, counting the squares on the stone ceiling, at fifty something their vision begins to tunnel, and they attempt to stand, their limps do not co-operate and they fall into unconsciousness.

A face Is above theirs when their eyes open, the only feature they can identify are the ocean blue eyes, eyes that are filled with worry and pain, the person is speaking, their mouth moving, they cannot hear a word that is being said –

They wake with a gasp, propelling themselves to a half sitting up position, as their chest rises and falls

‘What was that? Why does my body feel so heavy?’ they wonder as they sit up again

‘I have other things to worry about’ they think and their stomach rumbles again, this time it is accompanied by hunger pangs, they wince ‘for one – food’.

This time they stand and walk to the table, with less than three steps, uncovering the bowls, to reveal some kind of stew porridge.

‘At this point…’ they think as they reach for the spoon ‘If I perish I perish’

And with shaky hands they slurp the strange liquid, chewing slowly

‘It’s not actually that bad’ they think and a few second later they are reaching for the second bowl, uncovering it to find water, they are raising it to their mouth when the door slams open and they almost drop the wooden bowl, jerking with the noise.

They level a glare at the person that comes through the door, a man of average height in armor, with unnatural pink hair tied up in a ponytail and a small stubble on his chin, his amber eyes narrow at them, as he walks to the chair and drops into in unceremoniously.

“By all means, finish eating” he says