Remember Remember, The Brisk End of December

PROLOGUE

I'm lost and losing my mind.

Where one is going is usually unknown to all but them. But I have no clue where I am going. I looked around as I sprinted, a hospital of some sorts. The ugly fluorescent bulbs light up the never ending art deco tiled hall. Something in my gut told to go faster and run harder despite my body aching. I don't know how long I've been running. I turned down another hall and hid in a closet. I was in all black gear and held a small knife in my left hand. It was hot and had my hand tingling with numbness from grasping it so tightly. I glanced at my arm and read the slightly smudged ink.

" Run, Don't kill.'

I don't have time to worry or be afraid. I just need to run. I turn to leave when I hear dogs barking as they run past. Okay, that makes things more complicated.

"Adelheid!" A strong Irish accent called from the hall. Right, that's my name. How did I forget? Footsteps run past my hiding spot. I peered out of the small window of the closet door. I saw a boy about my age run past, his blond hair shimmering in the light. He came to a stop a few yards away looking down another small hall. His hand had a mark, a scar. My mind throbbed as I tried to remember.

Wait, it couldn't be.

Starting at his thumb, it curved around and up to his elbow. I looked at my own matching scar. He's a Fianncine, like me. A Fianncine is a the descendants of the Fianna, an ancient warrior cult from Ireland and Scotland that created the strongest soldiers. They lived to protect the world from Beo'mhain, which means living demons. No one has seen them in years but the demon-human offspring called samàirn to do their bidding regularly. It's the witches you have to worry about really. Back to the point.

When one takes the oath at the age of fourteen, they must pass three tests. Intelligence, Strength and tolerance. During the last test of tolerance you are cut on the arm and you must not show pain or fear. Cruel but necessary. -Was it? I could feel my knowledge slipping away. I grabbed the pen from my pocket and wrote on my wrist.

Fianncine You & Blondie

Samàirn- Evil- Kill

" Adelheid!"

Who's Adelheid? What's happening? I stumbled out to the hall trying to see who was yelling. My vision was slightly blurry but I could see a blond boy coming towards me. He was in his mid-teens and something about him stirred my memory.

"Come on, I know you're smarter than that."He chuckled flipping a bronze dagger in his hand. It looked to be glowing -no, burning. He expertly caught it by the hilt letting the flames grow larger. Focusing on the blade, I could now tell it wasn't made of bronze but hot ambers.

"You know what I have to do. Please don't make this hard."

" Do I know you?" I asked, my clear British accent flowing like velvet off my tongue. I didn't realise I had an accent. His face went dark and his sharp features hardened.

" Adele. Please tell me that was a joke."

"That's not my name." My head throbbed once more. The pressure grew too much as I started to scream in pain. Adele... Adelheid.. That was me.

I was on my knees clutching my head in my hands.

" Show me your neck," he said jerking my head sideways. Something sparked in my mind, the sudden urge to punch him for touching me. I did nothing. He lifted my hair to reveal dark almost black blood coming from multiple cuts on my neck. He muttered something under his breath. "I knew they captured you, But I never expected them to tag you. Especially at your age."

A million questions buzzed through my mind but somehow one escaped my lips.

" How old am I?" For a split second, a mixture of pain and pity washed over his face but was soon taken back to his normal scowl. He was silent for several moments, his eyes flickering between me, the hall and my blood, almost as if he was lost in an argument with himself.

"Sixteen." He finally said faintly. He reached into his pocket and took out a small leather sack then poured the contents onto his hand. He inhaled quickly and pulled me up but the world spun so I clung on to his coat to steady myself.

" Your name is Adelheid Melrose. You were fighting in the silent war. The samàirn wiped your memory, You - we have to flee the country now and This is going to hurt." If it wasn't for the spike of bloodcurdling pain, I could have swore he made that speech up on the fly. He had placed whatever it was in his hand on my neck where the blood came from. It was as if my veins had frozen stiff then turned to lava. I was about scream again when the barking of dogs rang through the halls.

He looked me over, abruptly curious what to do with me, then in one swift moment, picked me up bridal style and started to run. The pain suddenly stopped and all I could feel was him. His heartbeat rang in my ears and my breathing slowed to matched with his. What was it that he gave me? The growls and howls got louder, the dogs were on our heels.

I started to shake and shiver -then it all went black. 

So yeah... If you are confused at all please let me know so i can make this "world" better understood. Thanks for reading!

^^^^  FYI- The description of this book is important as well, so make sure you've read that.