At the former Heroca Town, in the Mountains of Murok, Sullivan Marin stood before a knight that was nearly two feet taller than him. Marin had to angle his head high to get a good look at his helm, which covered the knight's face entirely.
The intimidating figure not only knew of Marin, but had correctly identified him. What was even more concerning was his words that were still echoing in his mind. I am disappointed that you do not seem to recognize me.
Why would he? Lost memory aside, Marin knew he was from a former time period, sprung into a new world where everyone of his past were gone. Anyone he could have possibly known wouldn't be alive now. This knight was making a bold claim.
Marin had not responded right away from the statement. It took him off guard, and he struggled to find an answer.
The mysterious knight didn't rush him. He seemed wise enough to know something was wrong with the man he was claiming to once know.
After much intense thinking, Marin failed to recall anyone who appeared similarly to who stood before him now. Even in a more dire realization, Marin found himself unable to even recall a single person from his past.
"I'm sorry. If I had known you at one time, I do not anymore." Marin simply stated.
The knight would have lowered his head from the answer if he wasn't already looking down at Marin. He relaxed his stance, readjusting his dark purple sabatons in the snow they were surrounded in. He then sheathed the massive blade to his back, now that his identification of Marin had been confirmed.
"I guess I should not be surprised. It has been nearly 250 years since I've seen you last," the knight responded, his voice echoing out of the helm.
Marin panicked, but tried not showing it. This had to be a ruse. No one was immortal. Well, almost no one. Marin knew certain exceptions, but those powerful beings were few and far between. Marin had tried his hardest to become one of those exceptions as well, but partially failed.
"Perhaps a refresher of who I am is due? It might aid in your recollection," the knight offered in his ghostly voice.
Marin swallowed a very dry throat. Shock had taken over him, and despite having most of his bodily functions shut off, the anxiety caused him to feel as if they all worked again. Finally, after all this time, he might actually receive some information from his past, if this was in fact a legit situation and not some kind of elaborate prank.
"I would much appreciate that," Marin responded as calmly as he could, fighting all the excitement in his mind.
"I am Sygol, a spectral warrior who you aided in stopping the Decay from trying to destroy the world."
That only confused Marin more. It did not help in the slightest. Sygol? The Decay? Marin didn't understand. Was there an attempt to destroy the word? If there was indeed a force that strong, wouldn't a situation like that be taken care of by the powerful leaders of the world rather than him?
Sygol the Knight didn't like the long silence after his statement. Marin stood frozen, looking but not looking, directly at the knight.
Sygol sighed. It was apparent none of it was ringing a bell to the now masked man he once knew.
"Pyreth...? Remnor...?" Sygol tried. "Do you not remember those people?"
The names brought no reactions to Marin. He did not recognize them in the slightest.
"I'm sorry," Marin apologized with disappointment. "Are you sure you have the right man? Perhaps you are mistaking me with someone else."
Marin almost hoped that would be the case. It was embarrassing to him that he appeared so ignorant to the knight.
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The Dead King
FantasyA powerful ice wizard awakens in his abandoned castle after being dead for a few hundred years. His kingdom and everyone who was a part of it has vanished. Having almost all his memory wiped, he tries to repair the castle, return to normal life, and...
