A whiff of memory
I... think I finally remembered something last night... I was at work--and for once, the townies weren't being a pain in my ass. Heh... Anyways, since it was pretty quiet, I went out back for a break and to get some fresh air...and next thing I knew, I was down on my hands and knees, and my head was pounding like a herd of coked-up elephants'd been using it for a soccer ball--but I fuckin' remembered.
I'm from a place called the Lost Ground. It's still pretty hazy, but I got the impression of lots of sand and rock and mountains... And there were two people with me--a little girl and a guy about my age...maybe a little older. Maybe...maybe they're my brother and sister...? That...don't seem quite right, but it's the closest I can get to how it feels when I think about 'em. We were on the run from...something--I can't quite remember what it was--but...I think something happened to the guy, 'cause I feel really sad--and angry--whenever I think about him. I'm pretty sure he's dead. And that it's my fault. Somehow, it's got something to do with what I am--an...Alter-user.
...I just wish I knew what the hell that was.
I think I might be coming down with a cold, or something... I still got that damn headache, and now my nose seems to be kinda stuffed up as well. I can breathe okay, but when I went down for breakfast this morning, I couldn't smell anything...and everything tasted sorta...off. Other than that, I feel okay, though, so if I got a cold, it's the weirdest one I ever heard of.
I'm from a place called the Lost Ground. It's still pretty hazy, but I got the impression of lots of sand and rock and mountains... And there were two people with me--a little girl and a guy about my age...maybe a little older. Maybe...maybe they're my brother and sister...? That...don't seem quite right, but it's the closest I can get to how it feels when I think about 'em. We were on the run from...something--I can't quite remember what it was--but...I think something happened to the guy, 'cause I feel really sad--and angry--whenever I think about him. I'm pretty sure he's dead. And that it's my fault. Somehow, it's got something to do with what I am--an...Alter-user.
...I just wish I knew what the hell that was.
I think I might be coming down with a cold, or something... I still got that damn headache, and now my nose seems to be kinda stuffed up as well. I can breathe okay, but when I went down for breakfast this morning, I couldn't smell anything...and everything tasted sorta...off. Other than that, I feel okay, though, so if I got a cold, it's the weirdest one I ever heard of.