No
"Battle?" you ask, frowning and cracking the layers of
caked-on mud and blood on your forehead. "I- I don't remember any
battle. I don't remember anything actually."
He smiles bitterly at you, his lips no more than thin white lines
surrounded by badly trimmed stubble. "Remember?" he repeats.
"You don't need to remember, my friend, the evidence is all
around you, or haven't you noticed yet?"
You sit up, wincing as another bolt of white-hot pain shoots up your
leg. But as you survey the landscape, all the pain in your ankle
disappears with the horror that greets your eyes.
Hundreds of thousands of mangled bodies, a whole sea of them,
bleached-white bones glinting endlessly in the freezing dawn.The blood
is dry and brown, and you wonder how long you have been lying there,
dead to the world. Your unconsciousness must have saved you from the
fate of all these others who had been reaped like corn on enemy
swords, for a soldier would never be so cowardly as to attack a
corpse. Seth must have been the first soldier to stop and check.
As you climb slowly to your feet, some of the dried filth on your
shirt-front breaks off, revealing once-handsome livery. A phoenix...
and a dragon.
"Perhaps these clothes hold some kind of a key to my past."
you say, voicing your thoughts. "But I do not recall..." You
break off at the expression on Seth's face.
"Traitor!" he screams. "Enemy! And to think that I
called you a... a friend. May you never regain your memory!" He
runs off into the surrounding woods.
What do you do?
"No, I'm sorry," he says. I've never seen you before. I just
found you here, I thought you were dead at first. Most are now,
butchered in the great battle."
