Castle Break Prologue

Prologue Part 1

"Everybody's...gone."

"Is anybody there?"

"What is it that you seek?"

"Why are you looking for it?"

"What are you expecting to happen when you find 'it'?"

That...

That's something nobody...

Covered in deep mist, an ancient castle peers out over the land as if it were in an endless dream. Green ivy wraps its way up the stone walls and birds have begun to use the walls' crevices as their nests. On the top floor of this serene castle is a young girl collapsed on the floor. Coming back into consciousness, her fingers faintly begin to move.

Mmm... Where...am I?

I can see the dull colors of the sky through the crumbling ceiling. Beyond the stone windows, all I can see are dark green hills surrounded by mist and the unending grey sky. Still half-asleep, as I try to lift myself up, I feel something cold against my hand. Surprised, I glance over to see a sword beside me. The cold, shining silver blade was supported by a hilt accented with beautiful blue and gold ornaments. I try to pick it up, but it is a lot heavier than it looks.

Just what in the world is this sword?

More importantly, just what am I doing here?

As I try to remember what happened before I just woke up, I come to a terrifying conclusion.

I can't remember anything...

I lost my memories. Not only can I not remember why I am here, but I also cannot remember who I am and what I have been doing with my life up until now. All of my memories are completely gone. The shock is so intense that I feel like the world below me is crumbling, and I begin to get dizzy.

"Why? Why can't I remember anything?"

"Mm..."

I hear somebody breathing from behind causing a shiver to run down my spine. I nervously turn around to find a man lying on the ground suited in beautifully garnished armor. Unable to remember anything, I have no idea if he is my friend or foe. However, looking at his face as he squints and moans as if he were in pain, I just cannot leave him like this.

"Are... Are you okay?"

I wonder if he's unconscious? I ponder as I put my hand on his forehead. At that very moment, He grabs my wrist.

"Ah..."

He pulls me forward, and I lose balance.

His platinum hair was that of the shining sun. His eyes, now open, were so blue it was as if the sky was trapped inside of them. He is so beautiful that if there were ever a hero descended from the gods, it would be him.