Stay put and try to work out how to talk

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Current revision as of 17:15, 24 May 2011

You go and sit back down on the couch, looking out the window. You sigh, Where it all began you think to yourself. I wonder what the view might be like during the day? Idle thoughts flicker through your head as you wait for tiredness so you might forget everything that had happened, and lose yourself to sleep. But nothing happens, you sit there for hours and find that your not tired in the slightest. This days just getting weirder and weirder...at least, I think this is weird? But I suppose I don't know what's weird for me anymore. Who knows, maybe I've always been like this?

You close your eyes and lay down on the couch, getting comfortable before thinking on what happened today. Well, you met a strange little girl that seems to know far to much and insists on calling you a child. An older man that just doen't seem right. And apparently, touching stuff is hard. Your eyes flicker open and you bring your hands up to gaze at them. I wonder why you have such a touching problem. I mean, is it just you two or is the whole of me untouchable? you think to yourself. You think for a bit and then look down at the couch you're laying on. You experimentaly prod the couch a bit with your finger....successfully! What did that girl cast some weird spell on me? You wonder.

Then it hits you, you've been making noises. Okay, so you haven't been talking, but whines and groans and grunts are just a step away right?! You excitably sit up and try to talk, but nothing happens. You spend a couple of hours willing yourself to speak, but to no avail. You let out a small cry of frustration....and then a groan as you realise you can make strange little noises, but not actually speak! Well it's a step forward at least

...Did I just? Nooo, no I couldn't of.....but I am...but what?? You say? You're sure you can hear it, not like you used to hear yourself. But in a new way. What's happening to me? And how....how am i doing this? You wonder about your new found ability to speak... sort of. It doesn't FEEL like talking. Not that you can remember how that feels. But it's defiantly something.... you're just not sure what exactly? The rest of the night passes by pretty quickly, and you stay on the couch, watching the sun slowly rising.

How long is she going to take? You think, feeling impatient. Judging by the sun it's now midday and you are very bored. Finally the door opens and in walks the girl you met the day beofre looking much more refreshed than she did from the day before. You see her close the door yawning as she goes. Well, it's now or never. What took you so long? she turns and smiles.

"Congrats kiddo you learnt how to speak! Took you long enough."

I'm not speaking though am I? You think, seeing her expression change from a smile to... suprise.

"Hmm, you're pretty sharp kiddo. Most new-borns don't figure that out for at least a couple of months. But you? You get that on your second day. I'm impressed, and it's not oftern that I say that. Now just give me a sec and I'll fill you in alright?" You nod your agreement, and watch with intrest as she wanders around the room with supposed purpose whispering chants under her breath as she goes, just like the day you met her. Otherwise known as yesterday. You lie back down and wait for her to finish, after a while she joins you, draggin the chair from the corner with her.

"Sorry, favorite chair" She says with a smile, "it helps me think, weird I know, but there you go." She sets her chair up so she's to the right of the window, facing a bookcase, and sits down upon it with her legs crossed. She closes her eyes breifly, taking a long, deep breath. Then they snap open again and lock onto yours. "Your right, your not speaking. You can't speak anymore, what your doing is projecting your thoughts around you. I'm picking up those thoughts, not as words but as ideas, feelings and impressions. This allows me to understand what you are trying to say."

What do you mean I can't speak anymore? Why not? Was I able to speak before? What happened to me? You demand, feeling yourself panic again.

"Okay kiddo, calm down. Now, I'm going to try to explain this to you, but you need to keep an open mind okay?"

Okay, I'm...I'm alright..it's just, well.....I...I can't remember anything, it's just...but I'm, I'm okay. Honestly I can deal with this. Please, explain? "Okay, okay kiddo. Right. Now you can't speak because you don't have a body anymore...."She trails off, looking at you and trying to gauge your reaction. You stare at her for a while, hoping she'll announce it's a joke. But ...nothing. Eventually you say So.....I'm dead?

"Well....not exactly. You're ......unusual. She ermmm, right, well everything is made up of four main bits. There's the mind, the collection of all your memories. The soul, your very essance of you. Your spirit, the spark of magic, or potential you are born with. And lastly, your body, the physical part of you, muscles, bones, fleshy bits, all of that stuff. Now, dying is when your physical body goes out of action. When that happens usually your spirit leaves you, and your mind and soul passes on to another realm. This happens because it they don't have enough power to remain in this relam. Now, to be honest they don't actually realise that they lose their spirit, or even why their changing realms, it's just sort of...happens. Now you, you did soemthing different. You died, but then instead of just laying there and letting your spirit leave you you fought back. Now I doubt you knew what you were doing at the time, but anyway, you did. Now usually the spirit dashes off to be born into a different body, or to disentigrate into magic and fade back into the world. This happens all within a couple of minutes. You held onto it for quite a bit longer than that. The problem with that is that when spirit is unused and unbound then it attracts a lot of magic to it. While you were clinging to it, it couldn't disentagrate and it couldn't bound with anyone else, so magic strarted pouring into it, and therefore you. When pure magic pours into someone like that it changes them. Permanently. The amount of magic in your spirit determines your race. If I were to assign number to it then humans would have 10, slightly magical but can't do a lot. Magically powerfull races, like the musicians, the fae or fairies are around 200-1000. Between them and humans are races like demons, shifters and dragons. They have around 50-100. Below humans are races like those that dwell in the darkness. They have about -250. Because so much magic poured into you it's changed you. I don't know what race you used to be, but now you're one of the Cursed Race. Not the nicest name in the world but you kinda got named by super superstitious people."

...I'm dead?

"No. Well, kinda. Whatever life you used to lead is over, the people who used to know you believe you to be dead. But you're still here! You can live this life!"

Who was I? What...what race was I? You ask, deeply shocked by the news of your almost-death. How did I die?

"I don't know...see, the change that happened to you requires energy, it took that energy from your mind. I myself have used memories to fuel spells before, so i know how it works. Strangely enough minds are built so that the memories can sensably and easily be taken. The first thing to go would have been what I call 'hesitant memories'. All thoses things you can almost remember but not quite, like what happened that night you got completly wasted, or where you put your keys. Then the 'unattached memories', these are memories of things that you don't have any emotional attachment to. So stuff like waking up in the morning, all those boring things you had to sit through. The next to go would have been the 'factual knowledge', everything you've ever sat down and learnt, every word you ever read, every lesson learnt. Afterwards are the 'attached memories' these are memories that mean a lot to you and you are emotionally attached to, anything from a really tasty meal, or laughing with friends, to your first love and the birth of your children. Lastly, is a sort of clean up, a rummage round erasing anything left, maybe the memory of you face, the smell of roses. Any little thing remaining is deleted, allowing a full transformation. I'm sorry kiddo."

So....it's gone. All of it. Everything I used to be? But...couldn't we find someone that used to know me? It...it can't be gone forever can it? She shook her head, looking at me with sympathetic eyes.

"I'm sorry kiddo, this isn't the world you came from. People aren't supposed to deny death, when they do they sort of..... slip between worlds. You fell. I don't know where you completed you transformation but you landed here. This is not the world that you once walked upon. As to reclaiming your memories? It.... it might be possible, but it would be hard and most of the time they wouldn't be very big. Not like relationships, more like your face, a smell. The feeling of wind on your face. Small things. But I don't want to give you false hope. It might not be possible. So, anyway, if you want we can work out what you used to be? Or is there something else you want me to explain first?"

You say:

• I want to know what I used to look like.
• What race are you?
• Who was that man earlier?
• Why did you laugh at me earlier?