When I regain my consciousness I find myself standing upon the fabric of nothingness, like an invisible barrier underneath my feet. I look around but all I see is a swirling frenzy of darkness, like the eye of a tornado or hurricane. Curious about how I arrived at this place, I take a few steps in front of me. Suddenly, a figure manifests itself into being in front of my very eyes.
It is dark, featureless, and appears to be somewhat masculine. Positive the figure is hostile, I reach for my sword, only to notice it is not there. The figure swiftly approaches me and within moments he stands mere inches in front of me. The anonymous being reaches out to touch my face, but instead of touching me his tenebrous hands phase inside my head, and with a petrifying chill that runs from the depths of my mind to the tips of my fingers and toes, his dark hands retract holding an orb of dark-ish light. The orb looks as if it has fragments of memories flowing inside its core.
"Your mind is pure," the dark figure says in an eerie yet soothing voice, "This is the mind of one who doesn't know their own self." He holds the orb as if it was as precious as a large diamond. He looks me in the eyes, or at least I think he does, and starts speaking, but not in a language I have ever heard before. Suddenly a chilling sensation flows throughout my mind like a wave of water poured over my head, and a truth settles out of nowhere on my shoulders... Darkness.
A dark sensation suddenly grips my mind in a firm grasp. Death, pain, suffering, betrayal, grief, chaos... all of it driving me into deep insanity. The truth, the truth of myself, the truth that defines my very existence.
Slowly my mind starts swirling out of control with questions I didn't ask, but I need answers to. Suddenly, I notice, that I don't even know my own name, but my name... it isn't there. How do I not even know my own name?
Suddenly I see a truth within myself, not of life, but of death. A mother holding two newborns, twins. But the mother does not have an expression of joy but grief, and then I see why, one of the twins is stillborn.
The boy, energetic and happy, is oblivious to the fact his sister is dead. The stillborn twin after close inspection, appears to be me, but that wouldn't make sense, because I wouldn't be alive if I was stillborn, right? Suddenly the mother speaks.
"My precious Angel, how could this be, how could my precious daughter be dead," She cries out with heart-shredding grief, and she looks at the son and growls, "How dare you be happy when your own sister is dead!" The boy freezes, and suddenly starts crying, guilt clutching the mother's heart, she starts hugging the boy and apologizing over and over, tears flowing down her face, and the son clams down.
This truth is something I refuse to accept, but a deep part of me, won't let me force it out of my mind. The dark figure looks at me still holding the glowing orb, and speaks.
"What you saw is only a minuscule part of your shattered memories, from what I can sense it appears that your memories have been sealed away from you," He states, "I can't say I know of any way I can help restore them, I was just barely able to restore this much, as for your name, in your lifetime you have gained several respective titles that would be deemed as names, to answer this one desire of yours, your last and the most respected name was Kieraieda Dierisyrea, the Last Twila. You are the last of an ancient race that nearly went extinct three hundred years ago, when you, actually never mind that." He stops and proceeds to move his hands towards my head as if to return the glowing orb into my mind.
"Never mind what?" I ask genuinely curious about what he abruptly stopped saying, but his only response was, after returning the orb into my mind, backing away into the shadows and leaving me in the void, alone.
With no idea where to go, or how to leave the void, I start wandering deeper into the darkness, but no matter how far I travel it seems like I am wandering in an infinite circle, with no detours.
I stop and look around, but alas I still see no way of exit. I once again start heading forward, or at least I think it is forward, for everything looks that same in the dark and featureless pit of nothingness.
Suddenly I step into nothing, and I start falling, fast. Unable to hide my fear of death, I scream. The next thing I know everything goes white and then nothing.
When I open my eyes I don't see darkness, but a beautiful blue sky. I get up, genuinely curious about how I got here, and I look around. I see things I have never seen before. I see buildings that reach so high, that they touch the sky and odd contraptions which move around, possibly with the use of magic.
Curious about how I got here I head into the crowds of people, although it feels odd, I feel that I do not belong. Suddenly I feel a gentle tug on my arm, and I am pulled into a dark and narrow space in between two large buildings. I turn to look for who pulled me into the dark area, but all I heard is a silent shush.
"Be quiet, people here aren't like you," this seemingly feminine voice states, she seems to be about twelve, though her voice seems to be one that has experienced many hardships, "We are in a reality where technology governs everything," She says this with deadpan severity, but the only thing I want to know is. What the hell is technology?