Whats this?....am I dead?....no worse I'm dreaming must be right? it's all black all I did in the holy lands, fuck for some grand order. So this is hell just seriously? no suffering I thought there was nine circles of hell but it's only black an insufferable black so deep that you could engulf the known world. Literally all I have is my conscience nothing more no less...
Sunshine shines into my eyes I shiver, I try to stand but my legs quiver violently forcing me to to the ground "Where in the lords name am I?" I ask to myself more then to anyone else. My armour is still pristine the Templar cross still stitched on, my vanguards still glistening like rare stones. I reach for my notes everything is erased my history...everything but the basics.
(Name Rousseau D'lain De Molay)
(age 19)
(Birthplace Molay, France)
(Trade, Crusader)
(Hair colour, Reddish Brown)
(Eye Colour, Dark blue)
My sword is missing, my dagger is still sheathed but that's manageable but eyepatch... gone nothing in my socket just like a void. After collecting myself I look around light snow is falling. It looks like a village cloaked in a blanket of white, the buildings are reminiscent of stories from the silk road headed towards the home of the ghost warriors the Samurai...
I finally stand still confused and aching all over like laying on a bed of several sharpened shards of a broken sword. My vision is blurred I trip and fall smashing my nose on the wall I crumble onto the ground, dazed I try to stand but somebody pushes me down gently "hey you had a nasty fall didn't you?" a sweet voice says whilst kneeling in front of me. The shame I feel is unmatched "Th..thanks but I'm fine," I say quietly looking down. There's an awkward silence "So how'd you lose your eye? Splicers? sick bastards will do anything for their poison, oh my most humble apologies I'm Lokir you are?" she says, I don't look up embarrassed I mumble "Rousseau D'lain," I cover my face. "So D'lain you want me to patch you up free of charge," Lokir says politely I blush and look up to see her smiling her short brown hair and her big eyes "If you must," I say coldly as I try to look away.
After a minute of pure awkwardness she's bandaged my right eye and forehead my hair covering the bandage "thanks madam where might I be?" I ask intrigued she laughs "Welcome to The Capital Administrate of the Zion National Army," she says cheerfully. I raise an eyebrow Zion? By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion this runs through my head over and over again.
I quickly rise from the ground but still lightheaded "Take it easy D'lain," Lokir says excitedly. As I stroll through the serine town I see places of vice, courtesans roam the streets but no place of God.
The whole area is an unusual feeling how could God's palace on earth or what ever the hell this place is come accustom to this? I spot a Inn flying flags from balconies "the burned man? seems hospitable?" i say whilst laughing to myself...