"I couldn't tell you anything if I wanted to,” you rise, standing tall in front of her and staring into her eyes, “so you'll get no answers from me." You raise your gaze to look at the others before you continue. "My memory is broken—the story I've just heard is the only clue I have to who I am. I need someone to tell me what's been happening, so I can figure out what's going on... Please."
Nan clicks her tongue, and waves away everyone, “Gackawacka.” She marches back to her own vardo, leaving you with those around the fire.
Roisin takes your hand, pulling you to a seat next to her. “What do you want to know?”
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I sit next to her. She seems to be the only one with any compassion for me.
ReplyDelete"Who am I?" I ask imploringly. "I know my name is Aiden. I know my mother is Ena. I know, now, that both my parents are gone. But who am I? Why does everyone keep asking me what I've dreamed, what I know? Why is Nan angry with me? And--who are WE?" I motion my hand toward the others.