Ecrit en 2004
The man woke up. “Hello flowers, hello trees.” He seems totally disoriented. He is sitting in a large forrest. Really dark indeed. But there is a problem. He, well, he can’t remember a thing, exept one single phrase … “You have only twenty four hours …” What could that mean ? No idea. But the place is really dark. The ambiance is oppressive. Like eyes watching him from everywhere. “Let’s get out of this dark place” He thought. The old man at Tavonias town could perhaps help him to recover his memory. He took his package and, fortunately, he remembered where he should head to.
A few miles away, a strange event disturbed the relative calm of the forrest. He shout and felt down : a huge headache made him fall down.
SOUVENIR tu raconte n’importe quoi a propos d’un combat contre ce que tu voudras. Juste mets y un peu d’action et de l’eppée. (10l)
Well, his memory was coming back, but this was not a great help. At least he could see the premices of the town. “You have only twenty-four hours.” What was so important ? The small house of the old man come to his sight.” Well, I hope this fucking old man will be able to help me.” He tought before entering. The place seemed bigger inside than outside, strange. “Hey, is there someone here ?” He shouted. No response exept a grumble from upstairs. “Incoming” An old voice said.
-What do you want ?
-I need help, I lost my memory
-Really embarrasing indeed, he said
-Let’s see that.
He….
Souvenir 1 :
He didn’t know why but he had this noise in his head…. This sound of steel as (ou like) if someone was sharpening a blade… Swords! Yes, it’s swords! I can hear a fight… but why ? An picture is rising in my head… A man… A young black-dressed man…
I’m fighting with him. It’s in the forest; it shouldn’t be far from the place I woke up…
The blades keep crossing, making this noise… I move forward, the man seem to have difficulties. Suddenly, I can see a breach in his defence, I move my sword forward to hurt him…but he dodges. And the fight resume but this time, I move backward. I can see the man’s face… lots of hatred in his black eyes; he wants to kill me. I have more and more difficulties now and the man seems to be more and more determinated. The sound is unbearable…the sound… there is no sound anymore! I am on the ground, I’ve lost my sword, I’ve stumbled against a root. I can see the man above me, with a large smile, discovering perfect teeth… nothing…I can see nothing else…as if the end of the noise had caused the end of the vision.
Souvenir 2 :
A room… I’m in a room… There is a window; outside, the forest , always this forest! I don’t know where I am… There is a bed, a chair, a table, nothing on the walls. The silence is oppressing…I can hear my breath…But there is something else…Something so weak that I nearly can’t hear it… Maybe it’s my imagination… No, I do hear something! I don’t dare moving…watched…I have the impression to be watched…
I walk until the door. It is not closed, I open it carefully…Another room… empty…empty except… a tap…a tap with a basin… The sound is now clear. I approach from this tap… As I walk, the radiance become stronger… Drops are falling from the taps, making this noise… I move my arm forward to close it…The light is really strong now… A hand on my shoulder! “Hey…”
Back to reality. A white light is blinding me.