The Forgotten

I don't know who I am. I can't remember anything. Not even my name. But I am being chased by brutal killers... I will probably be dead by the time you read this.


20. Introductions

I collapsed beside my ally as he dropped the boy to the ground.

"We should go further into the forest, or they might catch us," I panted. Neither of us moved. "...Later," I muttered, because, in truth, we couldn't get up. For a few long seconds, we just lay there in the undergrowth, unmoving, chests heaving.

"The kid's okay?" I asked. My ally sat up slowly, looking at the boy.

"I'm no healing expert, Elfy," he said weakly. "But he's still breathing."

Well, I decided, that was good enough. Using the arrow had sapped the last of my strenght, and I was too exhausted to get up and move.

"Hey, Elfy?" he asked me.


"Thanks for saving my butt back there," he said, looking at me through sincere green eyes. Now that I'd got a chance to look closer at his face, I realised that he was probably only eighteen, about the same age as me.

"And thanks for saving mine," I replied in a level, expressionless tone. He laughed and grinned.

"Well, you saved me a fewe more times than I saved you. Why didn't you dodge the cannon?" he asked me.

"I was going to redirect that energy bolt," I said accusingly. "But it is of no matter. What's your name, by the way?"

"Ashfire," he replied. "But nobody bothers with the 'fire' bit, so just call me Ash. And your name?"

"I... Don't know," I replied, avoiding his gaze.

"What do you mean?" he asked me, clearly confused.

"What I mean," I said slowly, voicing my fears for the first time, "Is that I've lost my memory. I remember brief glimpses, but that's it. I promise I'm not lying, Ash, but I really don't know who I am."

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