The Academy of Riding Dragons and Magic

Chapter 4

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?????? POV

I don't remember anything.

Everything is fuzzy and blank. I have zero memories.

Scratch that I have one... thing.

"Ethan"

It keeps repeating through my head. But I don't know what it is.

It has been like this for years, the only way I know is because of a tiny crack where I can see lightness and darkness. I keep track by scratching a line into the bottom of where I am.

Over the years I have gotten few things back other than just Ethan, such as my name being Sophie and...

I don't remember every time I feel another memory coming back and try to investigate it just vanishes. It feels like I know what the memory is but my own body is trying to keep it from getting close to me.

Like my own body is trying to protect me but there is this small part that wants me to know. Better yet over the time it has gotten closer and closer to staying but never enough for me to make sense of anything.

It is just a bunch of colors and shapes but with zero meaning to me. Even then it isn't like it is the same every time I grasp it. Mind you I have only grasped it like three times but every time it has different colors and shapes. Then it just disappears for, only god knows how much time, and we are back to the beginning where I can't even look in the things direction and it seems to have a leash of some sorts on it because it never is able to reach me. Even at its strongest it has never been able to reach me. I have had to be the one that grabs it.

This thing is also the only thing that shows me the passage of time other than... hunger...? Whatever makes it so I want food. There was centuries worth of preserved food where I am. LIke things that are so ancient it practically doesn't exist to anyone else and yet it is all still here and able to be eaten by me. ...And only me.

There are also other things where I am. Pieces of paper in some sort of covering. One of these things. Helped me understand words. I think that is what they are called. There are some things that still confuse me as this item takes forever to look through.

I don't even know how I was able to understand the lines and dots that were on the sheets. It just came automatically. Nonetheless this skill has helped me understand other things in my ... surroundings? Is that the correct word? I think so.. Anyways I found this tiny thing that had hair on one end and a long stick on the other end. That item helped me identify it as a paintbrush. I also found the items you use said brush on... paint?

I have used that to spend time and the small cracks around my area have allowed me to paint a lot of where I am. Due to it being one of the two things I can do, I got really good at it. But I still struggle to separate the paints other than their pigment. I don't even know what they are called other than paint and I really don't want to call it Paint 1, Paint 2, Paint 3, etc.

Other than painting I found this weird time when someone else shows up! They have never talked back to me... but, I'm not mad because I get the chance to talk to someone that isn't myself.

They only show up on this really shiny rock and are always there when I look at it. It is weird but also cool. I always enjoy talking with this person. I just wish I knew what this shiny rock was called. It has got to have a name...

"Ohh! Hello! You are back!" I exclaim to the person in the rock, "I haven't talked to you in so long! Okay I should probably start..."

"So this amount of time has been weird, it seems like it has been longer than normal, almost as if things don't have the same appeal they used to have for me. I now get bored easily as I paint, meaning I can only paint for what I think is small time periods."