Sanctum: Evigilationis

Ghosts of the Past

I awoke to a similar morning to the one I had coming to this place. I tried sitting up, and found that the pain had all but subsided. I decided that I was indeed visited by the people who lived in the cabin. They had saved my life and I had nothing to offer. I had nothing that I could give them except my thanks. I felt ashamed as I got up from the bed. It was wonderfully soft and warm. The cabin was warm as well. It felt homely. Yet it was silent. no sounds were being made by anyone. 

"Perhaps", I thought "They have another bedroom and they are still asleep. It would be inconsiderate to wake them from their dreams." Yet I knew I needed to get water. I needed to drink something. I was parched again. I could sit up, so could I stand. It took a few times with a lot of cursing on my part. Eventually, though, I got out of that bed and made my way to the door. 

I opened the door and found the girl I had seen what seemed like an age ago, mixed along with all the dreams I had had since. Yet there she was, real as anything. My body seemed to remember something as that Strange pang in my gut was there again. She was just as startled to see me walking as I was to SEE her again. She overcame the surprise long before I did. She looked at me with a smile that turned my stomach upside down. She took my by the shoulder and led me into the kitchen where she got me a glass of water and sat down at the end of the table opposite me.

For a while we just stared. One looking, the other looking away, then vice verse. I plucked up the courage to speak first.

"Who are you?" I asked

 

"You don't know?" She asked in reply

 

"No..... my memories a little fuzzy. I don't even remember my own name." 

She laughed. That laugh awakened something inside me. It might have been the laugh, with how clear an ringing it seemed, Or it could have been a combination of that and the smile which seemed to burn like the sun. Something jolted inside of me and suddenly something made me remember that I was close to this girl. A sister, or a good friend? Something like that.

"Your name is Daedalus Vlintosk, and you are 16 years old" She said.

"Daedalus Vlintosk" I murmured to myself. It seemed to fit. "And who are you may I ask"

She blushed "My name is Cecelia Tanuhc"

A bell went off in the back of my head. I was piecing this whole story together.

"How did we get here?" I asked, then it occurred to me that she may not know how I had gotten there, or how she had gotten there. I immediately took interest in my water cup.

She sighed, "it's a long story. I am not entirely sure about everything. You will have to wait for Catherine to return."

She then took my cup and refilled it. She set in in front of me. I got the feeling this was a painful topic for her and I didn't push her. As she walked away, I got up to follow her. I didn't know why, but it felt like the natural thing to do. She pulled out a key.

She said "This key opens up this door. It leads to the armory  where you can arm yourself for the days to come. Just wait to go in until Catherine returns." 

I took the key from her." Thanks, I think..." I said. 

She smiled. Then she looked at me and said "You should go back to bed and rest so that wound heals well." 

I did not argue with her. The truth was, I was tired. I wanted to sleep. But I wanted answers at the same time. I had gotten a few, but not enough. But at the same time, i needed to wait until this Catherine person showed up. I went back to bed. She followed me just to make sure that I would be ok. I watched as she prepared for the night. Her hair was pulled back. I remembered something about that. Things were still fuzzy, but they were clearer than before. I had some answers. I had the feeling that more would make the picture clearer. She put me into bed, then turned to leave. One more question appeared into my head.

"Cecelia, Who is Catherine?"

She turned to look at me with a look of pity in her eyes. She said, "Daedalus, Catherine is your mother"

I thought it would be hard to sleep after that realization. i could not even remember my own mother. But eventually I gave into exhaustion. I had strange dreams after that. Dreams about smoke, and loud noises and screaming.