He had come to Rhydin looking for answers. Searching for clues as to who he was. What he had been doing for all these years. Where he had been. What was it that caused this cloudiness in his past' Lance could visualize it almost. A wall of fog, blocking his memories. Or was it' Smoke" It must be.
The flames of his past had died away, leaving memories like wisps of smoke rising from a burned out battlefield, dissipating in his hands as he reached out, trying to grasp for them. They would circle around, shadowy shapes forming in the gray shapeless mass, only to be blown away by an unseen breeze before he could understand what they meant. All he had were glimpses of his story, like bursts of flame when he closed his eyes, burning away in an instant.
The nightmares had been getting worse. Keeping him awake, pacing, restless throughout the nights. They all seemed so real. The screams were loud enough to split his skull as they echoed through his mind. The crackle and sizzle of skin aflame would haunt even his waking hours. He could even smell the acrid odors. The smells of ashes and burning flesh stung in his nostrils like a nest of angry bees.
Were these his dreams" His memories" It didn't seem that they could be. He wasn't like that. He couldn't imagine doing those things that he saw in his nightly, terror filled sleep. Sitting on the edge of his cot, he was sweating, shaking as he stared across the room at his desk. The only other furniture in his bare rented room. His eyes were fixed on a small envelope he had received the day before. The hooded figure had handed it to him quickly without so much as a word. He stared at it now, looking over the smooth paper and reading the words printed in red across it. "Mr. Marsden" His only clue as to who he might have been.
He shook away the sounds of the screams and the smell of scorched flesh. Dismissively he waved at the only candle lighting the room, and the flame extinguished, leaving him sitting in darkness. He would open it another time" if at all. Laying back on his cot, he closed his eyes, the terrible images replaced by a single happy thought. The only one he had made since arriving in Rhydin. "I know who I am now. That should be enough." A smile came to his face as he drifted off to a finally restful sleep.
He would make new memories? His own memories.
The flames of his past had died away, leaving memories like wisps of smoke rising from a burned out battlefield, dissipating in his hands as he reached out, trying to grasp for them. They would circle around, shadowy shapes forming in the gray shapeless mass, only to be blown away by an unseen breeze before he could understand what they meant. All he had were glimpses of his story, like bursts of flame when he closed his eyes, burning away in an instant.
The nightmares had been getting worse. Keeping him awake, pacing, restless throughout the nights. They all seemed so real. The screams were loud enough to split his skull as they echoed through his mind. The crackle and sizzle of skin aflame would haunt even his waking hours. He could even smell the acrid odors. The smells of ashes and burning flesh stung in his nostrils like a nest of angry bees.
Were these his dreams" His memories" It didn't seem that they could be. He wasn't like that. He couldn't imagine doing those things that he saw in his nightly, terror filled sleep. Sitting on the edge of his cot, he was sweating, shaking as he stared across the room at his desk. The only other furniture in his bare rented room. His eyes were fixed on a small envelope he had received the day before. The hooded figure had handed it to him quickly without so much as a word. He stared at it now, looking over the smooth paper and reading the words printed in red across it. "Mr. Marsden" His only clue as to who he might have been.
He shook away the sounds of the screams and the smell of scorched flesh. Dismissively he waved at the only candle lighting the room, and the flame extinguished, leaving him sitting in darkness. He would open it another time" if at all. Laying back on his cot, he closed his eyes, the terrible images replaced by a single happy thought. The only one he had made since arriving in Rhydin. "I know who I am now. That should be enough." A smile came to his face as he drifted off to a finally restful sleep.
He would make new memories? His own memories.