My Angel-Yogscast fanfiction

Chapter 2: Amnesia

Carys' PoV
I wake up without the touch of a breeze against my cheek. It takes me a minute to work out where the golden grass and sky high trees are. I sit up, leaning against the oak wood walls. The room is filled with chests and signs depicting their contents. A few painting are dotted around the room, one of which is a picture of Martyn and Toby with two others under a Christmas tree.
I already know a fair bit about Martyn and Toby; we studied them in my initial guardian training. They were part of a case study to do with 'problem people' who kill for fun, they have some sort of #killtoby movement. Apparently, he spent years fighting and killing for sport, for fun. I'm repulsed by the pure idea of having to defend someone who has a total disregard for human life. The Angel community strongly dislikes chain killers, it makes a lot of work for us, having to constantly respawn them. Lots of people seem to think that Martyn is some sort of evil mastermind, so I will try to keep my distance from him where possible. At that, he comes in. He gives me a smile before coming to sit on the edge of the bed. He doesn't say anything at first, just sits there. He hands me a bottle of water the same deep blue as his eyes. Hesitantly, I open the bottle. Before I drink it, I take a sniff to make sure he hasn't put anything in it,
"Don't worry, it's just water." He reassures. He looks at me with a strange warmth like the heat given from a candle. I scan his body language for signs that he is deceiving me: nothing. I take a small sip from the bottle before putting it down, "I'm Martyn." He introduces,
"Hi." I mutter, I'm hesitant to give my name, is that too much information? If he had my name then maybe he could work out who I am. Perhaps I'm overthinking all of this but it's my life that hangs in the balance.
"I'm guessing you already know that." He states, I give a questioning look, forcing him to explain further, "You shouted it last night."
"Oh..." I mumble, "I don't remember doing that." My heart practically stops from regret. Martyn pauses, running his hands through his sandy blond hair in thought,
"Who are you?" He asks, I remain silent, racking my brain for a way to explain how I would know who he is. Martyn clearly takes note of my silence and and makes a helpful assumption. "you don't know? Well I know you took quite a knock to the head but I didn't think you'd get any memory loss." He comments. That sparks an idea in my head: if I claim to have amnesia, I wont have to answer any questions that will give away who I really am!
"Could you tell me where I am?" I ask,
"You're in my base. This is Toby's room but he isnt here right now." He explains. I forge a puzzled look, "Do you want me to take you back home later. " he offers. I give a slight nod, "where are you from?"
"...I...I'm from..." I pause. I glance around the room as if I'm looking for a reminder,
"You dont remember." He sighs
"Im sorry." I lie,
"Its okay. How about you stay with me for a little while. " he offers,
"Thank you, Martyn." I agree with a smile,
"I'll start contacting people, see if we can figure out where you're from. I'll show you around when you're ready." He smiles before leaving. I climb out of bed and glance down at my clothes. They're covered in dirt and a little bit of blood. Slowly, I stumble over to the mirror and look at my head wound. It's not too bad, luckily Angels have excellent healing times and we're quite difficult to kill so this injury will be gone soon.
I pull my sword out of my bag and place it on my belt, just in case. I slip on my ankle boots before heading outside. I've exited a small hut which is part of a rather big compound. The perimeter is market by a wall made of wooden planks. My head is drawn upwards towards the trees. Each jungle tree has a small treehouse scaling up the side. At the bottom of each tree, there is a sign showing what each tree house is for. I find the one called 'communications' and climb the vines to the top,
"Yep. Black hair, grey eyes, has a scar on her cheek, really prett..." Martyn describes before spotting me, "oh here she is." He goes to take my hand but I step backwards. I glance over his shoulder to see he is in a video call with some other familiar faces. I creep forward so I can see the screen,
"Hmm..." A blond man with goggle sighs, "Nope. Sorry, I don't recognise her. Well, I'll run it by the others and see what they say." He shrugs,
"Okay, cheers. I'll be coming over next week like we planned, so I'll see you." Martyn says before turning the screen off,
"Who were you talking to?" I question,
"Duncan, he's one of my friends." He explains briefly. Martyn continues to shut down the computer,
"Allies? So you have enemies." I prompt,
"I wouldn't say that really. I have people that I avoid, yeah sure but I wouldn't call any of them enemies." He shrugs. Martyn grabs a bag pack and gives me a smile,"let me give you the tour."
He takes me through the base. Most of the machinery and magic is kept in tree-houses. Each treehouse is connected my either some parkour or a short railway system. Most of them are identical accept for the most important ones like bedrooms and armouries.
"So, why tree houses" I ask, running my fingers along the shelf of Martyn's bedroom
"Well, I've always been, how do I put this? connected to plants, trees more specifically. But I guess it just seemed natural." He explains, "I'll show you." he leads me to the ground where he places a sapling.  He sits down across from it and places one hand on the leaf. He takes a deep breath before closing his eyes. Almost instantly, the tree begins to sparkle. Air around it spirals in and a tree begins to form. As it grows, I'm forced back slightly from the energy produced.
He didn't use bonemeal. This sort of magic is very uncommon for mortals. Particularly if they were born with these skills. Perhaps Martyn is going to be more interesting than I first anticipated. Who are you sapling King?