Ten Suns After the Fall
Gasping for breath she awoke, laying in a soft bed, the sounds of a bath bubbling nearby. She was in a bedroom and dressed in sleepwear. As she caught her breath she looked around confused, sweat covering her face. She caught sight of a large piece of paper with the words, in large bold ink:
READ THIS WHEN YOU WAKE UP
She picked up the paper and read the lighter text underneath:
Don't panic. You won't remember, but your name is Melodia D'janz. You've had an accident and your memories are...broken. Your task today is to remain calm, head to the market in town and purchase a journal. Nothing fancy, but a sturdy one. One that will last. Purchase it and begin to write down things that you learn, people you meet, places you go. And keep the journal close. This will be your memory book. Because when you wake tomorrow, you will forget. Keep it close...keep it safe.
Melodia looked around the room and stood, walking with a strained face, one trying hard to concentrate, and opened the divider to the other half of her room. On the table she saw the journal, opened and a pen lying inside and she saw she'd begun to make an entry....about herself. Sitting next to the journal was a ring, a bonding ring and she picked it up with a frown. Catching sight of herself in the mirror she saw fading bruises and wondered how they'd gotten there and why her body ached. Her red hair was a mess and she wondered whether a haircut was in order at some point.
It felt like hours had passed, the waves of confusion and lost memories flooding her. She sat down on the sofa and took the pen, looking at the ring before jotting down notes on the page, confused by her state and wondering how she was going to cope with this.
She paused and looked around. It was familiar and yet not. She stood and wondered how long she'd been like this and decided that today was the last day she would wake up like this.
She walked back to the bed and crumpled the paper up and tossing it into the trash. She sat back down and began to take notes, jotting down details and questions and other thoughts, knowing she would never wake to a piece of paper like that again.
Gasping for breath she awoke, laying in a soft bed, the sounds of a bath bubbling nearby. She was in a bedroom and dressed in sleepwear. As she caught her breath she looked around confused, sweat covering her face. She caught sight of a large piece of paper with the words, in large bold ink:
READ THIS WHEN YOU WAKE UP
She picked up the paper and read the lighter text underneath:
Don't panic. You won't remember, but your name is Melodia D'janz. You've had an accident and your memories are...broken. Your task today is to remain calm, head to the market in town and purchase a journal. Nothing fancy, but a sturdy one. One that will last. Purchase it and begin to write down things that you learn, people you meet, places you go. And keep the journal close. This will be your memory book. Because when you wake tomorrow, you will forget. Keep it close...keep it safe.
Melodia looked around the room and stood, walking with a strained face, one trying hard to concentrate, and opened the divider to the other half of her room. On the table she saw the journal, opened and a pen lying inside and she saw she'd begun to make an entry....about herself. Sitting next to the journal was a ring, a bonding ring and she picked it up with a frown. Catching sight of herself in the mirror she saw fading bruises and wondered how they'd gotten there and why her body ached. Her red hair was a mess and she wondered whether a haircut was in order at some point.
It felt like hours had passed, the waves of confusion and lost memories flooding her. She sat down on the sofa and took the pen, looking at the ring before jotting down notes on the page, confused by her state and wondering how she was going to cope with this.
She paused and looked around. It was familiar and yet not. She stood and wondered how long she'd been like this and decided that today was the last day she would wake up like this.
She walked back to the bed and crumpled the paper up and tossing it into the trash. She sat back down and began to take notes, jotting down details and questions and other thoughts, knowing she would never wake to a piece of paper like that again.
