That night there was a huge celebration. A ton of food, a ton of drinks, a bunch of drunken idiots in my opinion.
I asked a few of them exactly where I was at. Even though my knowledge of self had vanished, I still remembered the Rift, the Thirteen Interdimensional Capitals, their boundaries of direct control and their districts of authority. They told me I was in a small and insignificant dimension just outside the boundary of direct control of Minueta, the Capital of Industry as it was so nicknamed.
"Do you remember where you are from?" One of them asked me.
I shook my head and looked at the girl, who also shook her head.
"You took me there a few times, but I could never locate it and you never showed me where it was on a Riftal map."
"I see," I responded, a little depressed. he feeling of not knowing who you are, or where you're from is a terrible one. You have lost your identity. In a sense, it's like you are no longer you.
"So you don't remember your name either?" Another asked.
"No, I'm just a traveler with no name."
"Well then how do you like the name Tabita?"
"What?"
"Tabita," they repeated. "It is just the Japanese word for Traveler, shortened."
"I still kind of like just being called traveler."
They shrugged. "Suit yourself."
As the night went on and more and more people retired to their houses, I wondered where I should sleep for the night.
Then a thought occurred to me.
I turned to the girl. "What's your name?"
She looked over at me and then muttered, "took you long enough," and my eye twitched again.
"My name is Silky."
"And what is my name?" I asked.
"I don't know, you never told me."
"What?" I was astounded. "Are you serious?"
She nodded. "You told me 'just call me Lord Scribe, or Scribe,' so I called you Scribbles."
My eye twitched again.
"I see," was my only response. Then I started thinking again, but this time, about were I was going to go from here. What did I do in the past? Where was I from? Who did I know? Why did I call myself Lord Scribe? These were a few of the main questions floating around in my brain.
"What did I do?" I asked. "What did I do that made me call myself a scribe?"
"You were a messenger," Silky answered. "You were also a warrior. A defender. You did as you pleased for the most part though, completely ignoring your other duties and choosing to explore. You would be surprised to hear that you were known as the Traveler for a long time before you forgot your name.
"You built an arsenal of weapons. Some were all-purpose weapons, able to wound or kill any living thing, but you also had some that were specifically designed to kill a certain kind of beast, or a certain species, and were thus incapable of wounding or killing any other beast. That sword," she nodded to the katana. "That is specifically designed to kill a dragon. For that reason, it is incapable of killing anything else."
I thought hard, racked my brain in fact, to try and remember what she was telling me, and I did have a very vague recollection of explaining this to someone.
"You have a weapon for everything. That sword would've killed a dragon in one hit if the dragon had been an ordinary one. And that's how your weapons are. The sword specifically designed to kill wraths will kill a wrath in a single hit, but won't hurt a human being. You were called a genius for inventing those weapons."
"Wait, I made those weapons?"
She nodded.
As soon as she nodded, I sort of black out. But not quite. It was more like I became less aware of the world around me. There was a searing pain behind my eyes as memories came flooding back.
I remembered taking Silky into my armory and showing her all of my weapons.
"Do you really have a weapon to match every enemy?" She asked me excitedly.
I nodded. "Don't touch that."
She pulled her hand away from the naginata she was about to touch.
"That is designed to kill Curses," I said, coming to stand next to her.
"So why shouldn't I touch it?" She asked.
"Curses are similar in makeup to spirits, so while it may not kill you immediately, it will kill you."
"What does it use to kill a curse in one hit?" She asked.
"Curses usually are ethereal beings, not really having a solid form. Like I said, they are similar to spirits. So this weapon has a blade that pierces the ethereal, slicing the spirit or curse. That feature is added via research on my own part, but in addition to that, the blade itself is made of a holy metal. And for that reason, it dispels curses in a single strike as the holy essence of the physical is translated into the ethereal.
"But, as I said, the blade sports an augment that allows it to cut the ethereal, and for that reason it is among the most dangerous in this room. A cut to a physical being like myself will hurt me physically, yes, but it will also cut my soul."
She stepped back from the naginata. "Why would you create something like that?"
"Human curiosity leads people to do things others think to be foolish. This weapon may be dangerous, but at the end of the day, it is a tool. I have used it to take many lives and save many innocent ones, but in someone else's hands, it could be used for evil, to take many innocent lives for their own pleasure." I patted her head. "You still have a lot to learn and understand."
She blushed under the head pat and then asked, "have you made a weapon capable of killing every creature in a single strike?"
I pulled my hand off of her head. "No weapon can be made by man that possesses such absolute destructive power," I told her. "But, once, a long time ago, in a dimension far removed from the provinces of the Capitals, I met a young man. And that young man had a sword unlike any other. A sword like what you speak of. I asked that young man what it was, and he told me it was called Interitus, the Sword of Destruction. I later asked God about it and he told me that that weapon was forged by Him out of raw, untainted and pure destruction. And that is why it was what it was."
"Have you ever tried to recreate that weapon?" She asked.
I smirked. "What do you think all of these weapons are?" I threw my hands out in an embracing gesture. "Every last one of them was a failure. And because of my countless failures, I have an arsenal powerful enough to help me fight most any enemy I come across." I dropped my hands back down to my sides. "Of course, I did come very close to creating such a weapon. But it was when I created it, that I realized I cannot replicate Interitus perfectly."
"Where is that weapon?"
I showed her the weapon sitting on the workbench. "This is it. The newest addition to my arsenal. The End All."
I came to with a gasp.
"What happened?" Silky asked.
I shook my head. "I just remembered something."
"What did you remember?" She asked excitedly, her old glimmer of mischief returning to her eyes.
"Just my armory."
"Silky," I said. "Where exactly is my armory?"
"Well," she thought hard for a second.
"Just give it to me straight," I told her.
"Well, it's in your subspace."
"My what?"
"Your subspace," she repeated. "Your personal storage dimension. Its like a pocket dimension but smaller." She stood up and brushed her dress off. "Yours was pretty big though, as far as subspaces go."
I looked at the sword by my side on the ground. "Did you pull this out of there?"
"No, you did," she said. "Your body called out to it when your mind didn't know how."
"Can I put it back the same way?" I wondered out loud.
"Scribbles," she addressed me. "Hold out your hand with your sword in it."
I did as she said and the air rippled around it.
"Now, drop it."
I dropped the sword and it vanished into thin air. All eight and a half feet of it.
"Whoa," was all I could really think to say in this instance.
"Now come on, we have to find some place to sleep for tonight."