My world is made of fuzzy white. There is no color. I don't know where I am, or what I'm doing here.
And then it all rushes back to me.
The explosion, the pain. I shake my head, trying to regain my senses. Dizziness washes over me. I hold my head in agony. Where am I?
Then I hear a voice.
"Tirus, what are you doing?"
The sound is far away and echoes.
Mom?
I scan the scene, but I can't make anything out. What is this?
"I'm going to go play with Rela!" Another, younger sounding voice calls.
That's my voice! I realize, and my stomach lurches.
I attempt to call out, but my throat feels like it's coated in sand.
Who's Rela?
A vague memory forms in my mind, but I still can't quite recall exactly who it is.
"Sure, be careful dear!" My mom calls.
A white blur that is shaped like a human skips away from the other blur.
That's me. I realize.
I follow myself.
Younger me skips to what looks like a milky, scratchy white blob. I decide it's a house, but it's hard to tell in this world of white. Younger me walks inside, and things begin to gain color.
I go into the house with younger me, and everything becomes crisp and clear. Color seeps into everything so quick it gives me a head ache. I stumble back.
When I regain my footing, I look up to see I'm in a small house, with wooded floors and green wallpaper. There's floral print couches and a small old fashioned TV sitting around a coffee table.
Young me is tanned, wearing a pale yellow shirt and shorts. I have my deep brown hair in a small ponytail. On my face is a large smile. "Rela? Are you here?"
Then the world outside the house blows up in flames. Young me yelps, and jumps back. Screams echo. "Rela?" Young me cries, walking out the door to inspect the outside world. Young me steps back, surprised at the scene.
A woman stands among the fire, hands up, and fire streaming from her fingers. People scatter all around her, yelling for loved ones to escape.
The one who destroyed my home. I remember now! Rela was my friend! I was at her house when the lady came and killed everyone...
Thoughts whirl around in my head. This is what happened before I forgot everything! Before I forgot my childhood, my life! Oh my-
Young me stumbles around, calling out for my family.
This is what happened!
I remember!
After so many years....
I finally remember!
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Tirus Severia (Discontinued)
Ficção científicaMy childhood was a blur. I can't remember much of it, just emotions and colors. Abstract things. My earliest memory was when I was about nine years old. I remember screams, and tears. All around me my city was burning, up in flames. I wandered in...
