Forgotten memories

I hate Planes. Why? Idk

I don't remember much of my life before I was sent out. I don't know if I'll ever remember it, but I do remember one thing: where I was going.

It all started when I woke up on a plane. I looked around and yes, I was on a plane. I sat in a small way too exclusive cabin compared with my outfit. I thought I had to be in first class, a seat with a sort of separate stand with possibilities to lie down comfortably. A stewardess came up to me with a plate of food and a bottle of coke, she smiled at me. 

"Here's your food, Mr. Pierce. Just push the button if there's anything else!" She smiled as she spoke and walked away.

 I looked at the food in front of me, then I discovered that there was a television screen built into the seat in front of me. It showed what appeared to be our itinerary on a large map. I study it carefully. It appeared that the plane was bound for Bangor International Airport, in Maine, USA. I looked back from where we were going to land and saw where the plane took off: Norway.

Norway seemed familiar, but I couldn't remember it. I looked around and found a dark green backpack between my legs. If anyone, or anything, had an answer, it was this bag. I opened the smallest pockets of the bag first. I found a cell phone, a pair of wireless earbuds, a deep red lip gloss, and a necklace. I was a little confused about the lip gloss, I checked myself out in the built-in mirror.

I looked as if I had just taken a shower, with half-length, half-curly blonde hair and gray-blue eyes. I was handsome in a way, but a scar that moved from the corner of my mouth and down my chin on the right side made me a little creepy. I didn't have lip gloss on, so I wasn't sure why I had it.

Of course, the earbuds belonged to the phone, but I couldn't open it because it was locked, with a code I don't remember. Hooray, me.

The necklace was made of silver, gold and bronze. it had distinguishing symbols hanging on the chain of bronze. One was made of silver and was a moon sickle, with an arrow through it. The other was of gold and looked like an instrument, with an arrow quiver underneath. I didn't know what these symbolized, but I hung it around my neck so I wouldn't lose it.

I continued to search through the bag. In the outermost compartment of the bag, I found: A wallet, a Norwegian passport, a plane ticket and a bus ticket. I was quick to check the passport. I was the same in the picture as I looked. I was born in Oslo, Norway, my date of birth was September 11, 1994 and my full name. Hymenaios Pierce.

What a name! I shook my head and began to continue. I looked through my wallet. Some Norwegian coins and notes, 1000 US dollars. Nothing special, but $1000? That was quite a lot of money! The plane ticket told me nothing, but it had been cut off a bit to show that it had been used. The bus ticket seemed to go from the airport and to and to a place called Westover Hall. A memory flared up; a man's voice rang inside my head.

"You must go to Westover Hall. There you will find answers" There was nothing more. It was this one sentence, this one memory, then it was over.

I was annoyed that I didn't remember anything more, so I continued looking through the bag. In the largest room I found: A thermos bottle, a lunch box and a dagger.

I was quick to hide the bag when I saw the dagger. How had I managed to bring a dagger on the plane? I made sure no one was looking and slowly closed the bag. I finally looked at the food the kind flight attendant had given me and realized how hungry I really was. It was a hamburger that looked well done with potato wedges on the side. I inhaled the food and drank the coke, When I finished the captain informed us that we were about to land and that we had to fasten our seat belts.

When the plane finally landed, a flight attendant came up to me with a rolling suitcase,

"Mr. Pierce? Here you have your suitcase as ordered, if there is anything else you can contact one of the staff at the airport and show them your ticket and then you will get help immediately!"

She was tall, thin and quite pretty. She had brown hair, red lips from lipstick and storm gray eyes that thundered. Her eyes made me wary; it was like seeing a battlefield in her eyes. She had a name tag that read: Areia Pallas. Something clicked in my head, but I didn't know what, I looked at her and carefully accepted the suitcase. 

"America is the land of opportunity! Remember, wisdom is knowing what to do next. Skill is knowing how to do it. Virtue is to do it!"

It clicked again, but once again I didn't know what clicked. I mumbled thanks and turned, I turned back before I got off the plane and she was gone.

I started walking towards the passport control, there was a man who asked me a lot of questions (I lied about all of them), but he let me into the country in the end. There was a guard who started searching my bag and my heart sank. The dagger, I forgot to take out the dagger! I was in trouble; he opened the room with the knife and took it out. I saw that he and his eyes were glassy. He looked at me and held it up and told me "Cool flute!". I was confused and looked at the dagger, it shimmered for a second and became a bronze flute, it also shimmered again and became a dagger.

Long story short, I got lost in the airport for an hour before I found the exit. I looked carefully at the bus ticket. "Route 345; School bus, WestO. Hall." I looked for route 345 for a while before I found it, the bus driver was surprised that anyone would even take the bus. I sat down and waited for the bus to start driving before I started to open the trolley suitcase, I had been given by the flight attendant. It was a week's worth of clothes and a silver bracelet. I put the bracelet on my right hand to see if there was more, but that was all.

The bus started to move, and now i was on my way to a place i don't know. Well.... This will be interesting!