Markess POV
I awaken, before me sits the boy from years ago. His face hasn't changed one bit. It surprised me that I was able to recognize him at all.
The memory of the battle replayed through my head, however for my sanity I have to forget.
The boy's eyes opened.
"I was killed, I was sure he cut my head off." The boy looked a bit confused. "He killed me, and all the iron company." I touch my face to make sure my head is still attached to my body. "How am I alive, I was sure he cut off my head? You boy, where's everyone, where's the king, where's James?" I ask hoping for some answers.
"You Markess, have been saved by me, I just need to talk to Grant real quick, and then I can tell you all what happened." His voice is so monotone it sounded mocking.
My brain turned, and as soon as I thought of Grant's name, my head began to spin, and with it came an unimaginable pain.
"Grant, who is this?" I somehow managed to get out.
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"Fine, let me tell you then, you have died, and now you're in another world. That's the facts and if you want to see for yourself, just go outside." He spoke lunacy.
In all honesty at that moment I wished to jump to my feet, but I know if I did my face would become one hard cushion.
The boy knew something was up and offered his arm. Taking it, I hobble outside. The door opened to the sun. I couldn't help but find that odd, why was there only one sun? The grass outside is the same old, but yellow weeds that give off the vibe of flower blossom everywhere, within these forests of flowers, lie beautiful beard like weeds, scattering its gorgeous seeds into the winds. Beyond this splendor, comes massive pillars that shoot into the sky, on second thought those pillars are walls, massive monster like walls. Not too far from here are buildings, a whole city of buildings, each looks odd, more odd than a black lion. I lightly push the boy away, and he willingly lets me go. Limping towards a rock, a shutter rows its way down my spine, the boulder. Or perhaps more accurately what was a boulder, is still covered in traces of magic, my magic.
"What happened here, Boy?"
He answered with a quick reply."You killed It."
I feel my eyes twitch, somehow even though I have never seen this boulder before, I have some regret that it's gone. Under where the stone should be, sits a freshly covered whole, Its shape told you exactly what it was, A Grave. Amusingly A lonely tear falls from my eye. I couldn't help but look away, and then a name came to mind slipping off my tongue. "Jewy."
The boy said nothing, though he had a thoughtful look on his face.The name meant nothing to me, yet it meant everything. Far off into the distance something catches my eye. It was obviously supposed to be an arena, it gave off the vibe of battle. What could be done, I'm left with nothing but to accept that this is a new world.
"Boy." I sigh, "would you, perhaps, maybe, like to join the Iron company?" I ask, in some strange effort to bring familiarity to this unfamiliar world.
"No, or more accurately not now. I have a job to do, and so do you Grant."
Grant, Grant, Grant. His name echoed through my head, a splitting headache came with it. I can feel it there, someone else in me, is it a soul I can't tell. It, It feels more like a memory. It's fighting to reach the surface, it wishes to conquer me, to devour me. Best to just let It take over for now, so at least I can live.