Hot Tempered

My name is Ever Knighte. My birth parents are unknown to me, yet my existence known by many others.

"You're different, Ever. I know you feel it." He urges, his eyes tired yet focused.

"You're insane!" I stare at the metal chain on his hand, the emerald green shine flickering shadows upon his palm.

"You died years ago! Why can't you remember!" He raises his voice, each word booming through the night. He squeezes the chain in his palm, gritting his teeth. "I let you die." He mutters. He tosses the chain at me and I clasp it in my hands. I trace my fingers onto each engraving it had carved, until I came upon one. It seemed like a name. I squint my eyes, trying to take notice. Until it hits me.

All the images coming to me in one breath.
The life I had before I was left to die.