Who Am I?

“Who are you?”
I hear that question a lot. Sometimes filled with fear. Sometimes with awe. I’m the slayer of giants, the defeater of Ares, …. (other titles that im too lazy to type out here)…. The Assassin of Chaos. But who am I? The simplest answer is I don’t know. She never told me, and I never wanted to know. I woke up here and I remembered nothing. Not my family, not my friends, nothing. Did I even have a family, or friends? I don’t know. And maybe that’s why I’ve been content. If someone’s out there, looking for me, do I want to meet them when I don’t remember who they are, or even who I am?