From the start, if I was ever asked what the most vivid sensation I could sense was. I would say. Pain
A hundredth, or thousandth of the pain a normal human should.be used too.
I would know. After all the pain came from my body.
My battered broken body. Lying in a crooked state amongst the countless heap of the dead.
I wasn't even sure if I had been dead or alive or just in-between. There was no memory of some past life or a present life.
I was just there.
Breathing unsteadily and painfully. My lungs drowning in a thick river of what I assumed was my blood.
My eyes staring into the empty husks of a fellow dead that lay right beside me. My body was in so much pain that my mind was doing everything to block it out. Everything including observing a corpse that was long dead. As obvious from the dried up liquid that had turned a different color from the passage of time.
My eyes were locked on it for how long?. Even i wasn't sure. My ears hearing the cracks and snaps from my body yet my mind refusing to acknowledge it.
Acknowledging it meant accepting it. Meant feeling more pain.
My time went like this.
Black feathered creatures with black beaks and black eyes landing continuously amongst the dead to harvest organs. I knew what they were. I just for some reason couldn't remember.
One took the corpse's eye today. It was familiar, always returning its eyes always examining me for some reason. I watched the feathered horror gulp it down. It looked me in the eye yet again and made a sound that felt familiar before it flew off.
Its been several days now. I know because its been several bright and dark times. That was how we counted the days right. I know I'm right , i just can't remember.
The pain finally stopped.
I didn't even realize. I just know it was suddenly not there again when I thought of it.
Still I lay there. Unmoving.
Was i suppose to move in the first place. Wasn't this the normal spot for me. For all of us.
On the ground, left to rot for some reason. It was unclear. My mind was unclear. Yet a feeling. A thought or was it intuition. I don't even know how I know this words.
Whatever it was , it itched within my head. But i ignored it.
Yet it persisted. It was like that feathered creature. Always returning to perk at my mind.
But i fought it off.
Several more brights and darks passed. Days right?. Im certain now it's called days. Even if I'm wrong lets stick to days. Its easier than using three words.My mind is roo hazy to stretch that far. Days it is.
Several days passed. I'm sure now that the pain was no more. I'm certain because there's a new feeling now. It feels refreshing. I wonder what refreshing means.
All i know is that somehow the feeling is good.
I spent even more of this days like this.
Feathers came again. Yes that's what I'm calling our constant visitor. Feathers. It already took the other eye of my staring friend. While I don't know why, I feel sorry for him. I called him buddy.Too bad for buddy.
Feathers hopped around me. Its eyes unable to hide the curiousity in them. What is curiousity?. My head making up words i can't comprehend. Ah. I did it again.
Feathers hopped all the way to me. Now standing right next to my face the thing stood there staring. Its tiny head cocking in different angles before it perked at my face.
Ah. I get it now. It must be hungry. Since it already took buddy's eyes it must want mine.
Its first perk did nothing. I'd already felt more gruesome pain. A pinprick was nothing. What is a pin?. Or a prick? For some reason i feel the word is weird in my mind.
Feathers went for my eye next. I think that's what triggered it.
The 'it' here is a pair of five lean digits. Each dirty and attached to a pack of skin and bones. A hand, my brain calls it a hand. The hand grasped Feathers and it began making those noises but faster. Must be a form of greeting.
My view suddenly changed at that moment. I watched buddy get farther away below till he wasn't as close as before. I felt a shake of something through me.
Quite slowly my sense of self oriented. At that moment I realized what happened.
I was, standing. On two feet. In what should be my right hand was Feathers still struggling. Why was he shaking so much. Must be part of the greetings. I guess i had to reply. Something told me it wasnt correct to ignore a greeting.. Still was holding him not the common way .
I felt like an intuition in my mind told me that i should do more. How does one share a greeting?. A shake of hands. Right?.
Hmmh. Feathers was obviously shaking. 'Maybe I should shake him too' I reasoned. So i shook him. Though he was smaller as was his hand.
Slow at first. My orientation with this hand thing not yet complete.
Feathers stopped shaking anyway. Which means the greeting was a success right?.
'This should be enough.' I thought as I peeled open my hand.
Feathers dropped to the ground. His little head kept swaying like a drunk. Drunk?. Hmmh. I've been thinking weird words.
I don't know how long i stood there. It was bright. And it was still bright a few long amount of waiting later so it hadn't gotten to a day.
Then the brightness dimmed the dark wasn't here yet but ir was close. I had been motionless all along. Yet slowly a feeling of refreshment washed into me.
Something new snapped in my head. It was like, a tingle. No a brush of Feather's wings in my head.
My senses woke up then. Somehow I knew somethings. Not everything.
I knew that i was a body. That I was alive . Apparently that word was important since everyone else around me was dead.
Finally I knew that there should be things I know but for some reason didn't remember. At this point I had complete awareness of my body?. Yes, I feel correct. Body.
I could finally look around my eyes taking in the scenery. A tickle in my head tried to tell me something. The more i stared at the sight around me the more forceful the tickle became.
Finally, a sound I didn't recognize went off in my head. With it came a row of runes shimmering in an unknown color. Runes that somehow I understood
NAME - /-RACE- Angel. / - SEX - Male. /
STRENGTH - 150 / - STA - 300/300 - / - DP - 300 - /
VITALITY - 100 / - HP - 200/200 - / - END - 200 - /
ENERGY - 800 / - MP -400/400 - / -SFP - 400/400 -/
MIND - 150 / - INT - 300 - / - MNT- 300 - /
My brain skimmed over the information assimilating everything in an instant. Surprisingly i was able to make sense of what each stood for or meant. Almost like it was guiding me to know.
More runes that confirmed my thoughts appeared in the air explaining things.
Strength affected my stamina max by double. The more I exerted myself the more i get tired. Dp was my damage points from putting in strength into strikes.
Vitality was obviously how healthy I was and affected my health pool. It would shrink when i took damage. Endurance was how tough my body was. How much damage was required to hurt me. It didn't affect my entire body but just one part.
Which meant if my chest was harmed and endurance dropped to 200/300 another attack to my back would restart from 300.
Energy was the total amount of some kind of flow my body could hold. Though I knew it I didn't exactly understand it yet. While it was the total amount in my body it was actually the intelligence that affected damage power of this energy while Mental affected both use and speed as well as halting external influence.
I didn't understand the last part but like everything I skimmed it over.
My attention was more inclined to the top of the runes where the tag name floated.
I had no name. My mind strained itself, pushed by my will to remember. All I wanted was to know my name. Yet try as i might i came up blank, an added bonus reward in form of a pain within my skull.
Giving up i stared at the tag as a decision was made in my head. I would remain nameless. I had a feeling that i wouldn't want any other name. So I would stay as the tag showed, nameless. Atleast until I remembered my name.
My mind jolted with an electric feeling the moment i made that decision. While I winced the runes shimmered and the name tag changed.
NAME - Nameless - /
After scanning the name for a moment I ignored it as I did everything. My head looked up. My eyes running from the point I stood and forward to the far edges of where my sight could reach.
Once again my mind went to work. And it brought up two words that fitted the scene before me.
Devastation and carnage.