Ask Her Who You Are
"Who do you think you are?" she responds.
"I don't know. Do you?"
"You are whom ever you want to be."
"Yeah, but...okay, what is my name?"
"Zion." Zion. Come to think of it, the name did ring a
bell.
"So, you know who I am then?"
"I know some things about you, yes."
"Well can you tell me?"
"What would you like to know."
"For starters how you found me and what I was doing then."
"I found you in a warcamp in Vireland, half-dead."
"Why did you go there to begin with?"
"Because Vien, a Sorceror who trades with the man known as
'Darkness,' lives there. I went there hoping to find clues as to
Sophia's whereabouts, but the only thing I could get out of the guards
was that a certain prisoner (you) was not all that he seemed. So, I
took you back here hopping then when you regained your memory you
could tell me something. Unforunately..."
"Yeah...Gosh, I love to help you, but I really can't remeber a
thing."
Hathor sighed, "Well we could try going back to Vien's stronghold
in Vireland, and see if I can dig up any more info, or see if you
remember anything."
"Okay but first, I have just one more question...how did you find
out what my name was?"
"It was on your ID tag." She then handed me a dog tag,
which had Zion printed across the front of it and 'Prinsoner number
667' written across the back.
"We'll leave first thing in the morning." She says. So
you...
"Who am I?" you ask.
