He groaned as he started to come to, a headache nagging at his brain. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter in hopes of warding it off, but to no avail.
After a while he realized that it is quite difficult to fall asleep and decided to sit up and survey his surroundings. The place he was in was unfamiliar, which made him uneasy. He was a comfy bed, facing the only window in the room and on the wall to the right of the window was a shelf which contained various books. On the opposite wall to the left of the window was a desk with but an antique lamp sitting on it. Beside him on his left against the wall was a dresser, most likely empty and to his right by the bed was a small end table with a lamp. That being said, it was a fairly empty room, with nothing but the bare necessities.
He closed his eyes and tried to surface any memories he'd obtained and stored in long-term.
Then he DID remember...
And he realized now that he didn't WANT to remember.
But it was there anyway.
Binder, the book, the voice...Baron...Baron...BARON!
An image flashed across his mind in an instant. His best friend, his loyal companion...lying dead on the ground.
He screamed out in agony as this terrible reality took hold and starts to cut off his ability to think for a moment.
All he could feel was...pain.
Suddenly, the door to the room flings open, snapping him back to reality, and there is a girl there, the light from behind her in the hallway casting a shadow over her form.
"Ohmygoodness! Are you okay?!"
He squeezed his eyes shut, groaning in discomfort as the headache worsens.
Feeling something sliding down his cheeks he moves his hand to see what it is and is surprised to find that he'd been crying.
"Oh, no..." She rushed toward him and leaned down so she could see his face more clearly. "Lore...?"
He stilled in shock. "Wha..."
"That's your name, correct?" The girl's eyes sparkled in the moonlight streaking from the window, but all he could see was was appeared to be a sinister gleam.
He backed away, suddenly conscious that he was in foreign territory and this person could easily harm him. Then again, the fact that he was waking up in a bed and not a sealed chamber made that type of scenario unlikely.
"Who...are you?" Lore tilted his head to the side and observed her, although it was a bit hard in the dark.
"Ah! My name's Myst-I mean, just call me Misty." She smiled nervously. Apparently her name made her feel uncomfortable (although for Lore, with his own, that was understandable) which was why she'd corrected herself. "Well, you SEEM okay... Whenever you're ready, you can come downstairs. Supper's almost done!" She giggled before getting up and skipping out the door.
Lore sat there for a second and thought over his current situation. He remembered meeting the elderly bookworm, Binder, walking the dark maze, and unintentionally fighting his best friend and dog, Baron and then...
What? What had happened? He felt like there was a big gap in his memory but he couldn't quite grasp what he was missing.
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Around the time he finally decided to get up, he could already smell the scent of food wafting upstairs.
Curious, he peeled off the covers and walked down.
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Heartbound: What Goes Around Comes Around
Fantasy[DISCONTINUED] You don't know what you did, but it was a bad choice. Fortunately, you're stupid enough to put the blame on someone else who has the same problem and you know after that, you can't go back. Changing your past is one thing, but when it...
