Magus memoirs

Awakening.

Brace, for although this surely is a tale of Faeries, it is not, not even in the slightest, a fairy tale.

---??? POV---

I opened my eyes, and was met with a purple sunrise. That feels.. wrong, but..

why?
What color was a sunrise supposed to be?
What's a sunrise?
What're eyes?
Where am I?
Who am I?
Where should I be?
Should I have memories?
What are memories?
Should I have thoughts?
Am I alive?
Am I dead?

Something interrupted my rant of questions.

A woman stood at the edge of the clearing.

What's a clearing?
How do I know it's a woman?
What's a woman?
Is it different than me?
Why is it's chest so big?
What-

"Who are you?" She spoke.

"Who is who?" I responded stupidly. What is stupid? "Who is you? Is it me?"

"Are you an idiot?" She asked, not unkindly.

"What's an idiot?" Was my only response.

"A person of low intellect." She was calm, forcedly so.

"What is intellect?" I asked, happy someone is answering my questions.

"... How many questions you ask yourself before you say something, sort of." She said.

"Ooh! I must have a lot of that! I'm asking myself so many questions. Can you answer them? What's an answer? Do you have them? Or it?" I was rambling.

"I may have answers. Ask me. And an answer is the thing you say to a question." She said, kneeling where she was, sitting on her heels.

"What color is a sunrise supposed to be?
What's a sunrise?
What're eyes?
Where am I?
Who am I?
Where should I be?
Should I have memories?
What are memories?
Should I have thoughts?
Am I alive?
Am I dead?--"

She held up a hand. "Ahem. Ok. The sunrise is orangey red, and it's when the sun comes over the horizon. The horizon is the edge of the world as we see it.

The reason the sunrise is purple today is as much a mystery to me as to you.

Eyes are what you use to see. You have two, and these"she points to her eyes" are a basic pair. There's many kinds.

You're on terra, that's what the land is called, but specifically, you're in the Black Forest, in the northeast of the Germanic territory.

I don't know who you are, but I assume you don't either. I don't know where you should be.

I'm guessing you have amnesia, a medical condition that results in the loss of memory, but not knowledge.

That's why you know words, but not their context. Memories are experiences. Like, I REMEMBER, I ate rabbit stew this morning.

And finally, unless you're a revenant, a raised soul, yes, you're alive. And raised souls can't be in the sunlight, so you're not one of those.

Is that all your questions? For the moment?" She sighed and sat down again when I opened my mouth.

"Not at all.
What's a clearing?
How do I know you're a woman?
What's a woman?
Is it different than me?
Why is your chest so big?
Does it hurt?
Looks heavy-"