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Chapter 11 Losing Your Memory

     The pine trees sway in the wind, thin and bowing, dead needles plagued by sickness trembling and then floating softly to the ground. The night was alive with the murmurs and barks of hundreds of rogues, rebels, bandits, clamoring for a spot by the fire or someone to talk to.
     Redeye was collapsed on the dirt where all the wolves who passed were pointedly ignoring him, classifying him as a drunk who would be fine in the morning, left with only a raging headache.
     But he was not fine.
     His mind was a swirling vortex of memories passing in flashing glimpses like bolts of lightning, twirling and spiraling and leaving him breathless and unconscious.
     The pain was unbearable. It was a monster, charging through his subconscious and knocking down sensible thoughts like a dragon does trees, roaring and spewing gulfs of great agonizing fire. It was a silent pool of poison, seeping through his mind and choking him, choking every last drop of hope, swallowing up all the happiness left inside of him until he was too drained to even move.
     "He-hello?" A wavering voice drifted inside of him, sliding under the thick walls of depression with its sweet and gentle tone.
     He opened his eyes and looked up at the silvery-black she-wolf standing over him. One who did not pass without a thought.
     "Hello." He said back in a voice thick with sadness, eyes drooping. He rolled back over and closed his eyes again. But he could still sense she hasn't moved.
     He opened his eyes again and stared up at her indifferently, wishing she would just leave him to his never ending waves of pain and fear.
     "I'm Odeya." She said simply, and scuffed the sad excuse for a trail with her paw. Redeye looked around and realized he'd wandered into a gigantic garden. In the center of the grounds around him, in the distance, was a building that looked like some sort of manor-house.
     "Where am I?" He asked groggily, even though he knew it was most likely just a dream.
     "In the General's garden." She said. She was slowly backing away like she'd just realized that he was probably a dangerous drunkard who had wandered near. 
     "Oh. I have no idea where that is so-"
     Suddenly everything snapped together and the smell of the flowers all around him intensified into a sick stench so strong it made his nose burn.
     "What's happening?" He yelped as the gas that seemed to be spewing from the plants intensified and swamped him with dizzy hallucinations. He yelled into the oncoming darkness and then finally blacked out.