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" such as that. But they weren't skills, they were just differences in how the normal person's body would act. 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 tell anyone... which meant I might be chosen for something that I didn'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. 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 might as well make the most of it.
…
And as he came out of his trance he realized it was getting dark. So he started to head home. But on the way back 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. 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 worked in, 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... Weird, given 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?.. 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 okay, William?" William jumped at the sudden words breaking the silence, he seemed even more scared now. "Oh, uh, I'm fine, just don't feel well." William gave a weak smile and 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... Alright?" - He nodded and 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.
The darkness was a hindrance but it wasn't completely an issue as he further inspected the note. He could still read it, somewhat. He found, at the bottom of the page, something that said the date of the assassination. The numbers seemed to line up with when William had gone to Pentas. - However, he couldn't be sure because he didn't know the current day. It was still the most reasonable thing, it also makes sense of his actions. Willam was either scared of being next, or he had relations to the king's death.
That was something that he would figure out by morning. He was tired and wanted to sleep. However, he did have one more question. Why did no one seem surprised or scared, or even remark about the king's death before?... More to find out, it seems.