The soilder was having a nightmare, everyone that he held dear was dead around him, after a moment the corpses slowly stood stood up as he looked on in horror. They all walked closer to him and began to plead with him to save them, asking why he hadn't saved them.
"Why have you abandoned us?"
He heard the line so much that he ripped at his ears in an attempt to tear them off. He listened to their voices with his eyes closed tightly, but even then he could see all of their deaths one after another playing though his head. He wanted to just disappear from existence, at least then the torment would stop. After so much of the voices he started to think that things had always been that way, and mabye that would be for the best. After all he had been unable to save any of them, and he had been forced to live on.
"Hey, you need to get up now. We have to go before it gets to late."
A sudden voice that pierced through his thoughts made him twitch in surprise. He slowly took his hands off of his ears and looked up to see a smiling figure in front of him. Looking around, he searched for any signs of those others that had been with him just moments ago, but he couldn't see a trace of them. He wondered who the figure was as he didn't recognize him at all. Was it someone that he had seen in passing? No, this person seemed to have a tone of concern that didn't come from an indifferent passerby, and though faint it did hold a note of familiarity in the tone.
The figure reached out its hand to him and waited for him to accept the gesture. The more that the soilder hesitated the more unclear the figure became, until it was almost transparent. The soilder had the feeling that he would regret not taking the hand, so he quickly grabbed the hand, and instantly the darkness of his mind faded away and was replaced with a calm green plain. He looked around and saw the figure standing next to another person that he was quite sure that he had seen before.
"Well it seems to have worked, but are you sure that he will be able to get out just by waking up?"
The person that he had seen somewhere before was speaking to the slightly unfamiliar person while staring at him which made him a bit uncomfortable as he was still sitting on the ground holding the persons hand.
The person pulled him up to his feet, and made sure that he looked alright, then he turned his expression toward the person next to him.
"Don't worry, I told the horse to wake me up in five minutes so it should be just fine."
The person still looked sceptical but just shrugged his shoulders instead of responding. The soilder then noticed the rather odd paint covering the strangers face, which made him think back to his time in active duty when he had come across a group of people that had used a similar method to mask their presence. He didn't really think that this particular design was exactly like the ones he had seen in the past but then again he had only really ever encountered the lower ranked people in the group so this kind of thing might have been the same for someone in a higher rank. He was a bit more curious than he thought he was and ended up blurting out what was in his mind.
"Why is your face painted like that?"
The soilder was quite surprised that the person that next to the unfamiliar person was the one to respond.
"Um, it's a condition of his. People have trouble seeing his actual face without being scared unconscious."
At first the soilder thought that the person was joking but his face was extreamly serious, which made the soilder unconsciously raise his eyebrow slightly which made the person smile.
"You might not believe it, neither did I until I actually saw it for myself."
He patted the person with the paints back and laughed. The person with the paint however had lost his smile and was watching the soilder carefully. He seemed a bit concerned about somthing, but the soilder couldn't think of what that could be.
"You're having trouble remembering things aren't you?"
The person spoke suddenly which surprised the soilder, making him flinch. The other person leaned closer to him and stared at him intently.
"You're right he does seem to have a bit of a memory issue right now. But that's easy enough to fix, would you mind?"
The person wasn't talking to the soilder which made him alittle bit annoyed, since he didn't really understand what they ment about him having trouble remembering.
"Well you would have to ask him that yourself since he is the concerned party."
The familiar person began to laugh again.
"You have a point there, I guess I've been living alone for to long after all, since I seem to have forgotten my manners."
He turned back to the soilder with an apologetic expression.
"I'm rather sorry about that, you see I've been... Cut off from the rest of the world until just recently so I'm not very good at dealing with people. Anyway, you seem to have a bit of a memory problem, I would be happy to help you, if you would like."
The soilder looked from one person to the other wondering why they seemed to be such weird people to him. He decided that it didn't matter, and if he really did have hidden memories what was the harm in relearning them, he was felt like it was important for him to know what he had lost.
"Okay, I'll take you up on your offer."
The person smiled and gently took his hand leading him to a table with two chairs set up next to it. The person with the face paint also came over and pulled out one of the chairs for the soilder to sit down in.
After he had sat down the familiar person sat down across from him in a seat that the stranger had brought over for him. The familiar person flexed his fingers, and then gently placed them on the soilders temples. Suddenly everything went black and the soilder couldn't feel a thing.
Jean gently removed his fingers from the guards temples and looked over toward Gordan who had changed the face paint to a vibrant red and orange.
"So why didn't you want him to know that it was you?"
Gordan shrugged his shoulders as he looked at the soilder who was slumped over in his chair.
"I thought that it might get a bit complicated if he knew that I knew about this place, if you know what I mean."
Jean nodded in understanding, he could see where Gordan was coming from, at least to an extent since he had been informed as to what had happened with the soilder before they had ventured into his subconscious.
Jean had been quite confused when Gordan had suddenly shown up at his house and asked him if he was able to fix brain trauma. After he had responded Gordan had ripped a hole in the air and quickly stepped through without a word. Jean waited for about half an hour before Gordan suddenly began to materialize in front of him. holding the hand of a stranger on the floor who he assumed was the person that Gordan had been traveling with.
While the magic did its work Jean sat back in his chair rather tired, he hadn't used that much magic in a while so it took a bit more out of him than he remembered.
Unlike with Gordan the price of magic was much cheaper for someone like Jean who was born with a rather strong magic affinity. All that Jean had to pay was a little bit of energy that would soon replenish, it was the kind of thing that most people with magic didn't really even think about.
He looked over toward Gordan who was standing next to the singular tree in the garden and wondered for a moment what his affinity was. He didn't really give off the air of someone with a strong affinity, but he did give off the air of someone that used magic quite a bit which didn't add up. If one had a strong affinity they could use magic more frequently and with a higher power, those with a low affinity were not able to use it as much or as powerfully.
He knew that it could be a bit of a touchy subject for some people though so he thought that it might be best to just avoid asking it.
Gordan was silently watching the two of them quietly. He was happy that his plan had been successful, but he wouldn't have been able to do it without Jean. While it was possible for him to use the restoration for brain trauma it would make him incapacitated for about a week, and that week would not only completely ruin the scedulal it would plague him with constant headaches and vomiting. He had used it several times before and each time the results were always the same, so he avoided using it if at all possible.