Drafty

        Her head ached miserably, and all she wanted to do was fall back asleep.  However, she noticed she was suddenly swarmed by a few different people.  All at once, they tried to speak to her, but her head wasn't entirely prepared yet.  Shaking her head a few times, she became fully concious and allowed all her senses to be bombarded with stimuli.  One man in particular stood out most to her, but she couldn't figure out why.  He appeared old and worn to her, but kind and gentle at the same time.

        "Finally!  She's awake!" yelled the man, tears streaming down his face as he was flooded with immense joy.

        "Back away from her Axle! You'll scare her," said a woman, "She hasn't been awake for months for cryin' out loud!"

        "Yes of course Midna.  You are completely right."  The man gained his composure and slowly and quitely asked, "So, how are you feeling?"

        The girl was suddenly washed over with waves of anger.  "Could you please get away from me!  I don't even know who you are!  Stop nagging me and let me get up.  And what do you mean I've been asleep for months? I'm sure I'm just fine."

        Axle and Midna were taken aback.  Especially Axle who was used to the young girl's sweet and even shy nature.  "Your in the infirmary you know.  You fell unconcious after being outside in a horrible snowstorm this past winter.  It's spring now.  Don't you know who I am?"

        "No, and I'm not sure I really want to.  What do you mean i fell unconcious?  What are you talking about?"

        Again, Axle was hit with a moment of shock.  "Midna, is it possible, since she was asleep for so long, for her to have lost her memory?"

        "As far as I know, anything is possible.  And it definitely seems like she's lost it.  Gosh she was never this inconsiderate before," replied Midna.

        Axle stared down at the girl he thought he knew so well.  How could her memory just vanish? It's like she's been replaced with an opposite side of herself.  "Maybe if I call her by her name, that'll do the trick."

        "It's worth a shot," said Midna.

        "Drafty.  Do you remember your name at least?"

        "Who the heck is Drafty?" shouted the girl, "What a stupid name.  It's so cold."

        Axle cringed and a fresh wave of tears fomed in his eyes.  "That.. that name..." he tried as hard as he could to get any word out, but she was breaking his heart. "That name was the nickname I gave you when you decided to be my apprentice.  Don't you remember?"

        "No I really don't."  The girl felt tremedously overwhelmed with too much information and too much chaos.  "Okay I apologize if I made you upset earlier, but I really don't know who I am or what is going on.  Let me get this straight then at least.  My name is Drafty and I'm your apprentice and I fell unconcious while being out in the cold.  What an idiot I am!"

        "Dont say that!" Axle was having a hard time handling the situation.  He was used to the sweet, softspoken girl of fifteen years, not this brutally honest girl who didn't know anything of who she was. In fact, she seemed to have aged some.  She was more of a stranger to him now, and it was hurting him deeply.

        "Yes, you fell ill and got some kind of skin condition.  Our knowledge of medicine here is not all that great, so we're not exactly sure what the cold did to you," he layed a hand on her legs," but I do know we had to amputate..."

        "Wait!  Hold on buster! You had to what now?" She looked down toward her right hand, "What happened to may hand" she screamed, "You had to amputate my hand!?"

        "Yes, I'm afraid so.  Like I said, we have limited knowlege of medicine here, so we weren't sure if frostbite could spread or even if that hand would be of value to you now.  It was purple-black you know, and looked of death..."

        "So my hand died but no the rest of me? Fantastic.  And why can't I feel anything in my feet?"

        This time, Axle stared at Drafty, puzzled. "What do you mean you can't feel anything in your feet?"

        "I mean that, your hand is on my legs and I can't feel that, but I also just discovered I can't feel anything in my feet either."

        Axle quickly removed the blankets from atop Drafty's feet and saw, as he had before, that her feet and legs all the way up to her knees were a deep purple.  " i had thought that only the black-purple color indicated death of sensation and thus moveable abilities, but I suppose that the purple color does as well.  Maybe I should amputate..."

        "No, no more amputation!" Drafty felt as though she were about to have a heart attack.  She was in a major state of shock.  "Maybe I can still get them to move, just not actually feel."

        "Yes, I suppose that may be possible," said Axle, rubbing his chin, "We can work on that later. Great.  My apprentice can't remember anything nor can she move. You had such high ambitions for yourself, I thought for sure you would.."

        "What ambitions," said Drafty, curiousity getting the better of her.

        "Well, either you were to take after me and run all activities in the castle, or you said you wanted to become a knight or at least a swordswoman of some kind. I can't remeber which you preferred, but those were the ones you'd talk about."

        "Hmm.  I don't see how I can do either now," said Drafty as she became bitterly enraged, "I'll do nothing now!" she shouted, "I'm trapped in this horrible body I didn't ask for, and I can't even remember how I got here!"

        "Drafty, calm down.  Maybe you should just, ya know, give it some time..."

        "I don't want time!  I want my body back!  Get out! Both of you! I want to be left alone!"  Tears began forming in her eyes as well as Axle's, but Midna and Axle both felt so horrible for the young girl that they could not refuse her request.  

        Drafty felt her heart hardening.  She had a feeling she had never been so rude, based off of what Axle had said.  But she felt she had the right to be.  She was cold and confused, and so she stayed even after she threw a glass beside her glass against the window.  It shattered along with the glass on the window, leaving a gaping hole that allowed a chilling spring breeze to float in.  "If she was Drafty, then she would be so darn cold no one would know what hit them," she thought as big, wet tears poured down her cheeks.