A lot of stories I write are inspired by imagery from various videogames. This one owes its existence to Breath of Fire: Dragon Quarter. Ever play it? 😉
It was the hunger that woke him. He didn’t want to wake; he remembered a nightmare, vaguely, but he felt he had been sleeping for quite some time, and it seemed a shame to wake now. But the hunger was deep, and insistent. He’d have to do something about that. Perhaps she would have dinner ready…
His thoughts stopped, and it took him a moment to realize why. Dimly, through the hunger, he began to understand that something was very wrong. He thought of her, and realized that he could not remember her face. He remembered a smile, and a laugh; sunlight on hair, and wind; but appearance, identity, name…? Nothing. Who was she? Who was she, to him?
Who…was he? Continue reading