But forgetfulness is a curse, for as soon as you remember you are forgetting things, they all come rushing back to hit you like a hammer. Within seconds my mind is hit with an onslaught of thoughts: my strange visions, my ominous ability to see auras, the fact that the servants of the holy one seem to be after me specifically... It seems almost entirely overwhelming. And now it appears to transpire that Alastor and Valerian- my two most favourite people, have been fighting while I was passed out on the sofa?
Things really have taken a turn for the worst today.
Desperate to distract myself from the onslaught of grief that is soon to come, I worm a hand out of Valerian's grasp to point to a towering coliseum in the distance that is shrouded by a thick fog.
