I caught what the girl said at the last minute. The reason she said that was because, in this world only the blessed have "Skills" like that. But they weren't really skills, they were just differences in how the normal person's body would act. And the blessed are people who fight to achieve cards. These cards gave them certain attributes, and you had to collect three to become the next big thing. A god. But there were more ranks, but no one in poverty knew much more than that.
John knew that because of college, but he didn't know how to receive the cards. Which wasn't a problem, a problem was the girl now thought that I was blessed, and she could now tell anyone. Which means I might be chosen for something that I don't want to do.
But back to the main event of what happened at the tent. I had regained my memories! Well, whatever memories had popped up. But I know my name, Seth Hering. I had lived a mostly normal life, but my father…He had killed my mother. And in return I burned him. The matches used were kept in my room, where they stayed.
The bad thing was I still didn't have the memory of how I got here. It was a mystery that I probably won't solve for a while. Which wasn't fair, if I was here I at least wanted to know how and why. But I can't do anything now. I am already here so I might as well make the most of it.
…
And as he came out of his trance he had realized it was getting dark. So he started to head home. But on the way home he noticed a paper that seemed out of place. It was out of sight from the normal walkway. As he went to pick it up a small wind started to blow, making his coat sift in the wind. He looked at the paper.
'The King of Pentas, King Salema, has been assassinated. His son is taking the throne. We are trying to find the culprit, if you know something send a letter to the nearest post'
That was the same kingdom that William went to, he noted. But through John's memories it seemed that he didn't know it was a kingdom. He thought it was a regular town. Which was weird because it seemed like that would be important.
But before he could think more, a familiar voice spoke out. "John? John is that you? I've been looking everywhere." He quickly turned around. "Yes William it's me." William seemed surprised. "What are you doing out so late? And I see you're wearing the outfit I bought you." He gave a small smile. "I wanted to wear something nice, and what's better than what you gave me?" William returned the smile. "Let's head back to the building then."
As they were heading back he noticed William kept glancing at the paper that was still in his hand. It even looked like he was scared of it as he was sweating a lot. "Are you ok William?" William jumped at the sudden words breaking the silence, he seemed even more scared now. "Oh, uh, I'm ok, just don't feel well." William gave a weak smile then went back to walking.
They both made it to the building in a pit of silence. William opened the door slowly and they made their way inside. It was dark, darker than it had ever been. He started to walk to his room but William stopped him. "If I'm not here tomorrow…There will be breakfast ready..Ok?" He nodded then entered his room.
It was even darker there. He went to feel for the floor but felt something soft. It was a mattress. William had bought a mattress for him while he was gone. It was a kind gesture, but he was still suspicious of William. The way he was looking at the paper. It was like he knew something. So he decided to look at the paper more.
The darkness was a hindrance but it wasn't completely an issue. He could still read it, somewhat. He found, at the bottom of the page, something that said the date of the assassination. The date seemed to be the same date William had gone to Pentas. Although he couldn't be sure because he didn't know the current date. But it was still the most reasonable thing, it also makes sense of his actions. Willam was either scared of being next, or he has relations to the king's death.
But that was something that he would figure out by morning. As he was tired and wanted to sleep. Though he did have one more question. Why did no one seem surprised or scared, or even remark about the king's death before?