Snippet #2557591

Adrian rubbed his eyes groggily in a darkened room in a small hole-in-the-wall of an alleyway. Did I make this hole? Adrian looked around, it seemed night time, or at least cloudy enough to be obstructing the sun. He had hoped to find a way back to. . .Well he wasn't sure where. Maybe looking for assistance in the "locating where I belong" department would be a good start.

As Adrian stepped out of his niche in the cobblestone wall he felt a deep surge of pain course through him quickly, knocking the wind out of his lungs and causing him to kneel. Adrian remained there kneeling until he got his breath back once more. Standing carefully he pulled up a white hood that he had been wearing. Peculiar. . . How did I get here? Who gave me this cloak and more importantly why can I only recall my name? This is maddening! My head aches, my skin is crawling and now I'm stuck in this bright white hood that hurts my eyes! Adrian muttered angrily to himself as he walked down the roads of the small town he was in, he wanted to find someone, anyone that could help him.

After conversing with a few natives he discovered he was close by a town by the name of Lionsridge. Adrian decided if he could find good information anywhere it would probably be Lionsridge. Now all he needed was to get there.


Before Adrian could board the carriage he had hired a wave of nausea washed over him, his knees buckled, his stomach churned and twisted before everything went black.

A loud wailing of an infant reverberates around the small corridor of the little house in the woods. The sound grows in volume adding to the chaos around it. A smiling face looks down upon a babe, a woman's face. Porcelain skin, huge brown eyes, a warm smile that comforts, a round face, and reddish hair. . . The woman is cradling her new baby, her son. As she sighs happily, alone in this woodland cabin she whispers to the child. "You will do great things for me. . . For everyone someday, you have heroism in your soul . . . You will bring the world back into peace. My savior. . My Adrian. . ." With that the woman loosened her grip on the babe from her reclined pose on the bed as she smiles and closes her eyes. Drifting off into eternal sleep. . .

Adrian opened his eyes with a jolt, he was covered in a cold sweat, his heart was racing, but the driver had lifted him into the carriage.At least maybe now he might reach Lionsridge by dawn. Those images he was shown while he was unconscious . . . Was that his life? That woman. . . So familiar and yet. . . No matter Adrian had more important things to occupy his thoughts with. Mainly where he came from. Haunting memories wouldn't stop him from finding the truth no matter how disturbingly real they were.