In the fire: remembrance

It’s a universal law that desperate people do stupid things.

Tal was no exception. For his freedom, he had sold his soul, and for his sight, he had sold his freedom, his memories, and his heart.

Not a bad trade, in his opinion. After all, he hadn’t truly experienced freedom in years; a warrior he was, through and through. And now, on megadoses of venom that would’ve killed any human, he felt powerful.

His blood was poison; his heart was death.

His old life was foggy, now, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d lost something…and he couldn’t remove that one face from his mind…the face of a girl, dark and thin, with eyes bluer than the morning sky.


I curse, shaking my head. Whatever life I used to have, it is long gone now. Ever since Lord Archer lifted me from the hell I used to live in, my head has been empty; my heart has been peaceful. Whoever that girl was, she’s a part of things I’ve left behind. I can’t let the past destroy me.

I think I see her, sometimes, a ghost in the crowds, staring at me with those sad eyes. She always disappears before I can ask, and I am left with the sense that I have lost something more important than just a life.

I desperately fight to shake the feeling, but I can’t help the few memories that flood back to me. A kiss…a touch…whispered words…it all fades, after a few seconds, but the short time that I get is enough to convince me: I need to find this girl, and I need to find her now.