“And.. Miss, what are you hinting at?” He writes a letter A on the parchment carefully in a delicate and cursive font I didn’t think he would be capable of. The curtains on the window overlooking the miles of water, violently blew forward and I felt a chill creep up my bare arms. He was very young, no older than his mid twenties which made me wonder, what, how had he acquired such an infamous empire of sea passages. Was it through cheating? Or through inheritance? Or through simple hard work? I was a naturally curious child, and the knowledge of not knowing was always a heavy weight on my head.
Putting on my coldest laugh, I continued, “And defence in the name of one’s self and another is also permitted under act 9 of the Harsew Chronicles. Trust me I can fight. But I will give you a chance, why? Oh, I do love a good story.” I was such a liar, a sinner. I could not fight.
I could see him smirk through his reflection in the mirror, “So do I. You first, miss. Who are you? You have no records, no passport, no birthplace, not childhood. I enquired of your job with the royal libraries; turns out they do not know you. You are no-body; you have no past and no signs of a future. Who the hell is miss Amara?”
My throat dried as I turned to face the horizon. For the first time in what seemed like an era I could see solid ground crawling forward. My knees wobbled as I came to grips with the fact that I would be able to stand on the ground not above it in over a few hours. If I survived this.. My first thoughts of Faecham was clouds and the sunshine. I never thought it was possible for it to rain and for there to be light at the exact same time, for it to be miserable and sunny in the same room, in the same heart.
It was true, I was trying to ignore him. I didn’t want to think about it. It was true that I was a curious person, but every time my heart tried to remember my childhood and my parents, my mind warned me of the consequences and then I forget, not knowing why I had cried and why I hurt myself. Whenever someone reminds me of my gaps in life, I remember every time I have tried to investigate.