Burnt Bridges

1- Forgotten dreams

STING

Really if it wasn't for Blacks and those stupid books I would be completely lost out here with this Zacary kid.

He seems to know quite a lot more than me so he's the one keeping me alive right now. He says that for the past two days he's been living in an abandoned village a few miles from where he found me, so the walk was supposed to be eight minutes but then it started raining and sweet all father I lost my mind. So needless to say a lot of time was spent getting my nerves back on track before we reached a broken down cottage to call cover.

The room was empty with the exception of a damp mini table that had been burnt in half. In the centre of the room stood a small camp fire Zacary had setup to keep me alive, with his white hooded cloak resting close to the flames lick.

Crouched just a little bit away from the fire Zacary hummed away with a charismatic grin across his face. They did say that innocent's is bliss. This place just gets colder and colder really, not even this petty fire helped warm me up.

"How long are do you plan to stay like that?" Zacary asked, surprising me for a second.

"Do you mind being a just a tad bit less vague," I requested, causing him to let out a light chuckle.

"Well anyway you probable have a lot of questions," Zacary paused.

"No not at all, me waking up to find out I've been out cold for three weeks in a foreign land I saw as virtually unreachable before and my only reassurance of my sanity is some child who says that he's a clone, sounds like a normal Monday to me" I exclaimed.

"It's Tuesday," Zacary corrected, "So I guess I'll start with that then."

"What?" I asked.

"Me of course," Zacary grinned, "Do you know what 'The third realm' is Sting."

"The wastelands," I answered.

"Yes," Zacary noted, "The void of space between the Boarders of 'The over-world' and 'Hell', at first it proved no real purpose but over time things started to change."

"Things?" I wondered.

"The details aren't really needed but within that realm existed the first successful human test subject of the 'fallen God', a young boy named Zachariah Terrintruff, the experiment was such a success that after the child died his DNA was used to make hundreds of copies in hopes of creating the perfect successor," Zacary explained.

"So, all that fluff aside, you're basically a copy of some dead test tube baby created by some guy in hopes of creating the same test tube baby," I mumbled.

"Well it sounds pretty boring when you put it like that, but the program was stopped on two occasions," he continued.

"Which are?" I asked moving a bit away from the crackling of fire so I could hear Zacary a clearer.

"Robbers," he replied, "they hit several different facilities and stole notes on each of our projects. They stole mostly from us and Tartarus on-"

"Tartarus!" I snapped, "Just what the hell kind of work would he be doing that's worth stealing?"

"Mainly body modifications and a soul manipulation, he had an obsession with pushing individuals to their limits," Zacary answered.

That fucking old fart, I knew something was going on and it seems like this guy might have an idea or two. I'll have to get more information from him once I know he isn't connected to Tartarus.