Session #18: Memory loss

[istainion]

08 February, 2021  [8:00 PM - 11:30 PM+ (GMT+1)]

My mind ... Has never felt so hazy before ... But I'll try my best to get it together ...

I recall that we had a battle but I don't remember what we fought, all of us were in a good state and we had a mission. In their case, it was the child that concerned them, a child somehow made it to this building, this ... Windmill, was it? They wanted to cross through the forest when the light in the sky became weaker and weaker, soon to be replaced by absolute darkness. There was an animal, one of decent height that came out of the forest.

Shevat tried to make contact with the creature and it couldn't resist but hiss at him when his attempt seemed to have failed. Suddenly, it came running to him and he was caught in its painful grip of its teeth. I saw him struggle but otherwise he seemed calm, much like the wind, like the forests outside of Barovia. He's always ... Like that, is he not? Even if he previously insisted that we should cross the forest, his plans changed and I felt relief. The rat has been removed and tossed aside, only to make a run for its survival. I wish ... The others carried a similar instinct but I was happy to know that our path continued in my desired direction. When we found a clear spot in the open, we built a camp, made ourselves a little campfire and our shifts were divided. As always, I remember going first ...

The fire, even if it terrifies me now to think back of it, seemed calming. It distracted my mind and the soft fur of Tibirin soothed my concerns for the future battle only just a little bit. I felt a sting, a harsh one that got through the thick leather of my boots, all the way to my skin. I yelled out, panicked about the pain that shot through my body when I did my best to wave the thing off. It was a fairly large thing, maybe a rat, I don't remember well. He was stuck and I felt nauseous. Who knows what it would have done if it wasn't for Tibirin to save me ... I should properly thank him for always ... Having my back without questioning my value all the time. Even if I woke up everyone. I should have apologized, I don't think I have.

That morning, we all had some food, one of us ... A little earlier. I remember seeing Yshvara forcing that treat in her mouth in a way that was not too graceful but I thought it was funny. It reminded me of a child, too hungry to resist the urge to eat its treat, just with a little twist. Naedithas, on the other hand, seemed calm. I remember trying to touch his forehead and being pushed to the back when I needed to check on him. When he let me, I noticed ... That he was actually fine. No withdrawal symptoms. He faced nothing like Yahvara did and neither when we were on our way to ... A place I'd like to forget. He was fine, all the time. Something was up with his weapon as well but I was too distracted by the danger in ahead of us when we finally stood still. I remember seeing some stones into the distance but they had no patience. This child ... The child who was given to that witch. They get so sensitive over a child all the time. I wonder if that was on their mind back then as well. I actually don't want to think about it. I don't ...

I remember that I decided to move forth and check out the environment of this seemingly dangerous place. They all warned us about, and here we are, walking into the trap of a monster. The surroundings were clear, no magic tricks, no other traps. Just those cracks in the wall and an attempt to isolate them. I moved back to the door and opened it up. From here on, I feel my memory fade a little. I remember a fight, I remember a fire ... Lightning ... Demons ... Unknown creatures ... And a protection spell before entering. One, I couldn't recognize. It wasn't of the source I recognized. It felt divine or even nature like, I sensed that but the spirits were with us before everything turned into a big, heavy blur. I only remember the smell of delicious pies ... I thought it would have been a comfortable place, like a home, but when I woke up again with a fire in the back and a familiar silhouette above me, I could only tell that it wasn't. I feel nothing but pain and an odd sensation of utter defeat. As well as an undying, burning urge for revenge for whatever caused me to feel this ... You're going to pay for this I'll return you the pain I feel.

I saw so many memories flash by in mind, and ... I remember hearing these sentences.

"I have so much to show you. Will you come back with me?"

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