Incomplete: Prologue

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
An amnesiac wakes up with a demanding hunger.

Submitted: June 15, 2015

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"When I awoke I felt hungry. Famished. Starving. Though it wasn't a hunger of the body... It was a hunger of the mind. My mind was devoid of anything but that insatiable lust for anything it could latch onto. Though there was nothing - in the beginning, at least. My mind screeched until it seemed it could no longer keep throwing punches into the darkness.

A seemingly final lurch forward betrayed the lack of drive behind it, because it found an inkling of something. I wasn't sure what it was. I now recall it being the existence of my mind's counterpart - the body. From there exploded food to devour in sensation. What I remember coming first was the warmth of existence. I then caught a peculiar aroma - it reminded me faintly of bleach - though it was masked by a warm cinnamon scent. My mind relished in those feelings, though they were nothing to prepare for the opening of my eyes. It was very dim. There was a shoddy brown ceiling above me. It was wooden. My head tilted to my right. I saw walls of the same thing, though a light cut through the seams between wilted planks. I spent a very long time inspecting the grooves and contours in the aged wood, then the way that the light broke the darkness and caught bits of slow moving dust in it's beam.

I realized that I was in a cramped room. My attention slowly drifted between the scarce objects decorating the space. A red candle sitting beside me. Much of it melted away - the wax pooled at it's base. It took for half of what was left to melt away for my attention to peel away from the flicker of red-orange light. I then looked to the other side of me. There laid neatly folded cloth. At the time I was unsure of what it was. A flawlessly polished thin white tee-shirt of a velvet material and pants which hung loosely from the wearer's waist. I left them there until I was ready. That was all I could see, though I'd find something more at my feet later on.

I found that I was laid upon mat that seemed fitted to my height. It was much more comfortable than I presume the ground would have been. I appreciated it. Where my mind had been ravenous, it now seemed overwhelmed by what it had pined for. I pressed forwards, driven by the most human of emotions - curiosity. I returned to the walls and their lines which enthralled me. I came to the most prominent disparity in the walls - a rickety door with a wooden handle. It was made of the same wooden planks as the rest of the room.

I laid there for hours digesting what I'd noticed around me. I would have stayed there for eternity - assuming that there was no more to the universe outside of own mind and the prison which contained it - but I was once again driven by hunger, though this time it came from my midsection. I lazily set my focus upon it, beneath the white blanket over my form. I was faced with the most complex conundrum yet. The challenges I'd faced thus far showed their solution in the question. This time taking in memories would not sate my hunger. I scarcely realized what I was doing as instinct implored my abdomen to flex and wrench my body into an upright position. I was suddenly faced with something that I hadn't known before. A change in perspective. All of the resolutions I'd had about reality were torn asunder. I came to the conclusion that perspective beat out reality - because they were one in the same.

I would have spent as much time inspecting everything in this new field of view - but that physical hunger spurred me past a few moments of stunned curiosity. My gazing led me to a long black box which I could not see before. What taught me what to do with it was something that spoke from a sector of my mind which I could never seem to access - no matter how furiously I assaulted it's gates. I opened the box to find several things contained within: three apples, a canteen of water, a hemp bag filled with dried meats, a gray leather pouch contained assorted stones of vibrant and dull colors and a shattered fragment of an obsidian gem beside it. Trial and error explained to me that the apples, meats, and water were to be consumed. I could not find the purpose of the stones and the gem which I found to be attached to a silvery metal cord. I hung it around my neck.

The same curiosity taught me to wear the clothes adjacent to me, and that the flame of the candle would burn if I touched it. I stayed in the room for three days, eating an apple come each pass of the moon. I'd spent those days gently feeling the textures of the wall and of the ground beneath me - which was a hard stone beneath a thin layer of white sand.

When I ran out of fruit I finally came to the door. My mind was beginning to take up the hunger again. My hand rested apprehensively on the knob for a very long time. When the hour came to twist it, and push the barrier to what the universe held wide open, I did just that..."

"That is my earlier experience. I do not recall my life before that. Something has chained those memories into a sepulcher of forbidden past which I still cannot breach," he paused finally, "That was a year and a half ago. I've since spent my time arming myself with new experiences and memories, filling the pit I was left with." His brows furrowed to squint his eyes, "Now... Who are you?"


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