Zara
A snippet of memory sparks to life but dies within a millisecond.
"I don't remember," you tell this boy called Kyle.
"Where do I live? Are my parents alive? Do I have siblings?"
Kyle breaks down into tears, but his answers are clear.
"You live on Underwood Street, number 26," he tells you,
eyes filled with tears. "Your father died in battle against our
enemies, the Dakkan. You live with your mother and three-year-old
brother Xyn."
Your mouth drops, still unsure of everything you have heard in the
last few hours. You hand him back his ID card and bracelet, but he
tells you to keep the latter object.
"Here," Kyle says, handing you back the ragged thing.
"Keep it, and make sure you remember me."
You nod, and he kisses your cheek before he points you in the
direction of your home. A tear rolls down your cheek as you head in
that direction, thinking...
"Your name is Zara," he chokes, tears coming to his eyes.
"Why don't you remember?"
