SUMMIT: a story by Bvian
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“How could you not know of who you are? It is an impossible possibility. Never ever has it happened before!”
“But it is true! I don't remember anything except how to speak and how to basic things, I guess..”
“LIES! A MOCHARY OF LIES!” shouted that voice, “I AM GIVING YOU ONE LAST CHANCE; LEAVE THE PREMISES OR ELSE…”
“What seems to be the problem here?”
A new voice spoke from inside the cracked wall.
“Ugh sir, i was just…”
“Just what? Harming people of unknown! We shall not harm thee, for thee has done nothing of the wrong!”
“But he won’t identi..” -
“What do you mean? He can’t identify of himself. Speak, out there! Who are you!”
Ron responded on what he knew, saying, “I do not know. My name is Ron, and that is all I can remember of myself. I am Ron! Yes, I am.. Ron?” Ron never thought about the information, “Yes! It is the only thing that I am sure of. My name is Ron.”
“What do you mean you can’t remember!” said voice 1.
“That is what he said earlier, my lord.” said voice 2.
“Impossible! No one has ever just ‘forgotten of self’! Are you sure, stranger?” said voice 2, who appeared to be of authority.
“Yes. That is all that I know.” Ron said, and very sure and connected to that thought.
“Ard,” the leader grunted, “Nigh impossible feat, who has forgotten of thyself in history? No one! How can we believe what you speak, Ron?” -
The people on the other side of the wall were strangely highly defensive. What are they so concerned about? Immediately, they began to whisper and discuss logic and reasoning. It was all they knew. It was all that they believed. They did it quietly, of course so Ron could not hear.
“We have made a risky decision. We will let you into town; but we will inspect you.” said the leader, and Ron started to smile. Then the person in the wall, looking through a hole in the brick, saw Ron’s smile and responded with, “But don't get cocky. We still won’t trust you fully and my mates have decided that you will have to do such tedious work in this town. Out of this though, you will be provided food, water AND shelter, as long as you choose to work for if you don’t work then you don’t live in this community. Come in at last, far traveller, you may enter thy settlement called Trijar! Enter as you may.”
Almost immediately, part of the wall slid back, revealing an old appearing door, and through this door Ron could see. It was a gate. A gate as such that it had rust on the sides, cracks in the locks, and seemed to be beyond repair.
“I guess that we will have to fix the gate and wall soon,” said the first person, who appeared to be a man dressed in a purple dyed cloak and some developed clothes of the time. Ron, somewhat remembering a fact of how hard it was to gain cloaks and purple dye. Ron realised that this must have been someone in second command. Ron was surprised that he remembered anything, honestly. He did not remember that before, but now he wanted to show more respect for this man, even though this officer had been quite rude. -
“Follow me,” said the leader.
Ron shifted his focus back to this leader, who was even in a nicer looking cloak. It was purple, but a darker shade. There were red stripes across this cloak, which at the time represented a leader’s ware. Either way, Ron told himself that he would respect these people.
He followed the leader all through town, as he asked Ron some questions and said some information.
“Hi, my name is Rocher. But to me, I am your leader. You will do as you are commanded and will respond with respect, ok?”
“Ok.”
“Not to be rude, but call me ‘sir’. So when in a case when I ask you to do something, you will say the phrase, ‘sir yes sir!’.”
“Ok, I mean, sir yes sir!”
“Anyway, what is the last thing you remembered? What village did you come from?”
“I don't know of what village I am from, and the last thing I remembered was being in a beautiful valley of sorts, I think.”
“Are you certain that you do not remember of much?”
“Yes sir.” -
Rocher then had a look of sadness over his face, with a hint of doubt, you may add. He felt a fraction of ‘pity’ for Ron. He would not know how people would react if he was forgotten or if he forgot who he was. What if Ron was of importance somewhere else? Of this, the bold leader named Rocher did not know.
As they went through this small, enclosed area, Ron was amazed at all the sights he saw. He saw laundry being hung on the sides of houses, and a few kids playing in the paths. He saw a variety of differed trees every once in a long while, and he saw shadows, made by the domes of houses. All seemed ‘unfamiliar’ to Ron. He certainly had never been here before. He looked up, hearing a loud sound that made him shake. A bell? What was with the bell ringing?
“Ugh, children these days! Ringing the bell when it is not of time, just to make us aggravated! I hate those children!” sounded of a woman in the streets.
But Ron kinda liked the ringing. It did not aggravate him at all. Ron was instantly interested in how it worked…
“Hey, and here is where you should be staying.” the man named Rocher pointed to a round squarish of a dome. “We will begin work tomorrow, as it is getting late.”
“Ok” Ron said, still confused yet amazed at the situation.
The sun came down, as Ron slept on a mat on the ground at night. -
(End of chapter 4)
(Also, I might just get rid of this thread is NOT part of the story)
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