The Lost ( A Sequel To The Forgotten )

The Ultimate Weapon

It's afternoon, with six days until our planned raid on U.T. I'd nearly forgotten about Ray and Tarna until they gathered everyone.

"Good people of... the wilderness, I guess," Ray begins dramatically. "We have gathered you here today to give you a glimpse of the most important weapon on Earth. Okay, seriously though, this thing is amazing. Forging it, we learned that it is definitely not going to break any day soon. Or any century soon, actually. We managed to forge it, though, and here is the result." I expect a long, bumpy stick of cathtonite, but the result is nothing close to that. Tarna proudly holds up a long, double-edged sword. It's smooth, and its cathtonite blades make it seem to ripple with color. The handle is some kind of metal, which I'm not sure where Tarna and Ray found. The sharp ends of the sword end in two slanted points.

"It's amazing," Cass gasps in awe.

"Incredible," Person agrees.

"Small," Rolly's voice says inapprovingly. We all turn to him. Luckily, he's in human form.

"Golems- well, most golems, anyway, are under the influence of Knor. He doesn't control them, exactly, but they share a love of destruction. My point is, Knor influences an entire species, plus some humans. He's ready to end the world, and you plan to stop this might monster with one, regular-sized sword?"

"Aw gee, thanks," Ray grumbles. "I did do pretty well, didn't I?"

"And, Mr. Negative," Tarna points out. "We don't know how big this thing is. He could be tiny, or our size." Rolly sighs.

"Sure. You just assume he's small. But when we find him, you're in for a surprise, I'll bet." Despite Rolly's grumpiness, we're still excited by our sword. Any of us, wielding that thing, could be a serious threat to Knor and his minions. Which brings up a question...

"Who's using that thing?" I ask. Everyone stops the excited chatter and looks at Tarna. She clears her throat.

"Well, we debated it. Rolly's definitely not getting it, seeing as he already has his own entire arsenal of weapons." Rolly grins, reminding me of a maniac. "But everyone else would be a fine option. So, after much debate, we decided that... Cass will be using the cathtonite blade!" We all clap for Cass, because for some reason it just feels right. Cass looks excited at the honor, and accepts the blade from Tarna. She tests it a bit, twirling it and slicing.

"It'll take some getting used to," she says thoughtfully.

"You'll be fine," I reassure her. "You've got six days to master it." She smiles, and then all the others crowd around her to congratulate her. All the others except Person, that is. He sits a small distance away by himself. I go over to him.

"You okay, Person?" I ask.

"That's not my name," he replies, sounding sad. "So no, I'm not okay." He pauses for a moment, and I frown, confused. Person has always been fine with his made-up name.

"Wrive, I've been thinking. Knor controls Ultra Tech, right? And Ultra Tech stole my memories. So... maybe he knows about my past. Who I am. My name." I feel bad for Person once again. Escapees like me think we're unlucky, but at least we have names and memories.

"I want to ask him, Wrive," Person whispers. "I want to ask Knor about me."

"You can't!" I panic. "He's evil, and he'll kill you, and-"

"I know," Person interrupts. "That's the problem. We're going to destroy the only possibility of recovering my memories. I mean, I still want to destroy Knor and all, it's just... disappointing." I put my hand on his shoulder.

"Person, I don't know what you're going through, really. But I can imagine the need to ask Knor-"

"You can't even imagine it," Person sighs.