Pov: Ash
Location: Northern Empire
"Every lover is a fighter, if you do not fight for what you love, what kind of love do you have."
These words have echoed through my soul since I was young, they are part of the little fragments of memories stuck in my brain.
Fate has cursed me, lied to me, tricked me, and is now laughing at me for daring to think I can defy it. I am in a rage right now as if I should tear my hair to pieces.
"Who are you." Those were the questions Bash hit me with first thing in the morning after we woke up.
My eyes were staring at his face, I was struggling to keep a straight face yet the anger in my soul was yearning to burst out to the world.
"You are kidding right?" my hopeless voice asked.
Bash looked at me and at the blanket we were sharing. "Where am I?" another question left his mouth. His hands touch his head as he rubs it.
You don't remember anything.
