A Whisper In The Wind

Only Day Nine

~~~Clay's POV~~~

The sound of water crashing against the side of a rock awakes me from my slumber. My head pounding and my body weak. My throat is dry just begging for water. I'm not exactly sure where I am but as of right now I'm not quite awake enough to figure that out just yet. My eyes still closed I stretch out all my limbs. For some reason they're sore. 

My eyes slowly open adjusting to my surroundings. I'm laying on the ground with a river next to me. And not a calm river at that. I whine slowly sitting up. To my left is a black bag and a sword. Why the hell is there a sword just lying around. My wrist buzzes. I look down at it. To my surprise theres a wrist band that displays words.

'Welcome Dream' Thats when everything hits me. Is my name Dream? I can't remember. In fact. I don't remember anything. My breath leaves me. As if someone had just punched my stomach with such a force. Who am I? Where am I?

The words don't stop. I try to focus on them but I'm too busy trying to breathe. 

'You are the Traitor. Survive until time runs out or get killed by the hunters.' The word Traitor is in a blood red color. Not pleasing seen as people want to kill me. The words are replaced by numbers. It starts at two hundred sixteen and starts counting down. I do the math quickly. I have to survive for nine days. God knows how many hunters I have after me, and only a sword to protect myself. I need to start moving. And now. 

Quickly I run to the backpack spilling all the contents inside to the floor. I need to check what I have first. On the ground there is a big water bottle and a sack of food. Good so I have the necessities. Some of the other items are a lot less needed items. One of them being a mask on the ground. Its simple. A white face with a smile on it. Kinda creepy, but will come in handy when it comes to the hunters. Just in case they are looking for my face specifically. I swiftly put it on . Better to be safe rather than sorry. 

Next to the mask was a sword holder that is buckled around my waist without hesitation. I slide my sword into it and put everything else back in the bag, satisfied with what I have. I take one last look around the area. Thankfully I did because I realize that there are bows are arrows leaning against the trunk of a tree a few feet away. The arrows are in a pouch that I sling around my body so they are in the back, but at an angle where I can quickly retrieve one if needed. 

Since I don't know where everyone else is I start running in a random direction. Praying that there will be no need to kill anyone. It's funny thinking about everything. Everything meaning what I can remember. Stuff I can't remember is specifics to my past life. I don't remember names or dates of anything important. I remember things such as simple math and how to read, but I don't remember learning those things. It's frustrating. 

Although my memory is wiped I do remember a saying. A few words. It is like a tiny beacon of light tucked away in the mystery of my brain. A small memory that was forgotten to get locked away with the others. I can hear the voice, but don't know the name. I can see the person saying it but all they are is a blur to me. "Remember it isn't real."

Whatever the person is referring to I don't know. Hopefully at some point I will know. I want to know.

Trees mesh with others and it starts feeling like an endless walk. I won't survive this. I can't. I don't know how to fight. I'm all alone. Part of me wishes I was with someone, but I know that if someone was here they would be here to kill me. Not to be friends.