The Choice

Snow (2)

      When I go through the door, everything goes black, there's no light anywhere at all.  I feel a tug in my mind, as if I am trying to remember something.  I have a strange feeling that this has all happened before.  No memory surfaces, I'm disappointed, I want to remember my past.  Maybe you don't have a past, a little voice says.  I ignore it and try to focus on what is happening.  I can feel a breath of fresh air, and suddenly light blinds me.  I blink until my eyes have adjusted to the brightness.  In front of me is a second door.  This time it's wooden and unpainted.

        Don't open it, the voice says again.  I glance behind me, but there is nothing there.  I have nowhere else to go.  Slowly, I push the door open a fraction, and am met with a burst of sound.  I hadn't realised that it was completely silent in the little corridor behind me.  I can hear voices.  I open the door the remainder of the way and glance around.

        I have stepped into a different world.  The same world, I think, but just...different.  There is movement everywhere.  People walk straight past me, not even noticing the open door in the white wall I am standing by.  Maybe this happens a lot.  I take a step forward and look around again.  The door I stepped through came from a small white building, however in front of me there are bigger buildings - maybe twenty of them - and a large grassy field.

        No one has noticed me yet, but hopefully someone will soon.  I catch sight of a boy walking towards me.  He looks around fifteen.  Same age as me.  He has long dark hair, falling into his eyes, which are a bright clear blue, like the sky above us.  He is fairly tall, just a bit taller than me.

        "Hi," he says when he reaches me, "I'm Chris."

        "Hi," I reply.

        "This must be strange for you.  Well, I mean, it's strange for everyone, but it must be especially for you, seeing as you have no memory.  But, this is only the beginning, a sort of camp - to teach you and then send you on your way..."

        He keeps talking, but I don't register what he says.  He knows that I have no memory.  How does he know that?  I can't concentrate.

        "What did you say before?" I ask.

        "I said that this is just the beginning."

        "No before that.  How did you know that I've lost my memory?"

        "I was told.  We need to go now.  Please follow me."

        I somehow know that this is not a request, it's an order.  He expects me to follow him.

        "Why?" I ask, not willing to trust a random stranger just yet.

        "Because you're not going anywhere without me."

        "Whatever."  I say under my breath.

        I decide to follow him.  Just for now at least.  I'm curious to see where he goes.

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