The Flying Fool

The Reverse Fool

Some of my colleagues believe that humans cannot repress memories. That memories which are remembered with the help of someone are just implanted through suggestion or hypnosis.

Utter none sense I say! In a world where ether exists, some find it hardest to believe that we humans can repress our memories. Those scientists and professors are too arrogant to admit that we know nothing of the brain and what it can do. They want me to prove without certainty of a doubt that humans can repress memories. Well to that I say, I want them to prove that it cannot. For I am not arrogant enough to state I know everything about our brains capabilities.

'Notes from a lecture by Sig Frind on memories at the Royal Commonwealth College."

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David awakened. Not wanting to get up out of fear of the wounds and disfigurations he suffered. He closed his eyes. Ignoring reality, ignoring the inevitable, ignoring the pain....wait. David risked moving his hands in front of his face and all the fingers were there. Not only that his hands were undamaged.

"Only your physical body was damaged, your ether form is safe." A voice broke David's concentration. "The only reason your eye is gone is because the blast of steam that burned your eye was full of ether."

A shadowy form appeared. Jester. Instead of his form constantly shifting and his voice taking different intonations, Jester was only wearing a cloak over his body hiding any features. And his voice sounded...almost human.

"Long time no see, David. Well for you, I've been watching you for a while." Jester laughed as if he said something funny.

"Am I in the...ether world again?" David asked looking around, seeing rocks flying around, storms raging in the skies and shadows flickering in and out of life.

Jester clapped." Indeed! You are learning, maybe you won't be completely useless."

David was tired, too tired for Jester. Even so he still stood up. "Jester can we...can we just all this?" David waved his hands in the space between the two.

The shadowy hood cocked to a side. "Oh, that's just boring." David began a reply but Jester interrupted him. "Very well, if it'll save me from your nagging. Knowing what's waiting for you in the real world, you'd think you'd be more grateful."

"I..."

"I went through all the trouble of getting you here. Hiding my presence from my brother and other mages. Honestly some people."

David groaned in annoyance. "I've just been tortured for the better part of my day. Even if my body isn't feeling it, my mind is. So if you can get to your falling point, that'd be fly."

Jester muttered something David couldn't hear. "Very well. What do you remember of your childhood?"

David was startled by the question "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Well it's the main point of my visit, and you did say you wanted to stop playing games. What about your mother.?"

A headache, feeling of resentment. "She's dead, or alive. I don't flying care."

"Have you ever wondered why you don't remember your childhood?"

"How do you even..." Then David had a realization. "It was you? Were you the one who took my memory?"

Jester giggled and put his hands up. "Guilty."

David shouted and tackled the cloaked figure. His mind couldn't take it. After all that torture and Jester's games, after all the pain and loneliness, after all the deaths, David just wanted to blame someone. "Give back my life!" He punched inside Jesters hood, meeting only air. "Give back my freedom!" Another punch. "Give back my happiness!" Tears joined the third punch, which was David's last as Jester started cackling and dissolved into mist.