Who am I?
She opens her mouth to answer but she faints, Myrllin grabbing her
before she hits the floor. You quickly stand, helping Myrllin.
"Help me take her to your room," Myrllin says, his voice
concerned. You pick up the young lady into your arms and carry her
to...your room?
You reach the small room and lay her down on the bed, brushing the
hair out of her eyes. She IS beautiful. Myrllin pushs past you,
knocking you out of your daze. The old teacher places a wet cloth
over her eyes.
"Who is she?" you ask quietly.
"Lyandra, my student," he says, voice waivering, sounding
close to tears.
You turn out of the room and walk to the kitchen, sitting down at your
seat in front of your bowl of Tanalin stew, taking a mouthful. The
stew seems less flavorable. In a daze, you wonder what she knows.
You snap out of your daze and see Myrllin walking down the hall, a
somber look on her face. "How is she?" you ask, dreading
the answer.
Your eyes widen, jaw dropping down to the table. You stammer out,
"You...you...you know me? Who am I?"
