The first thing I remember was a sword in my hand and a corpse in front of me.
The corpse looked human, but wasn’t. Judging strictly by outer appearance, it would have passed. Looking inside at the organs and genetic material, a star dragon was more closely related. At least a star dragon came from a three dimensional being. This corpse in front of me was from a different sort of place entirely. The body I was looking at was put together in a place of differing geometry. Fractal iterations within it said that it came from a place where the third spatial dimension wasn’t as developed as we’re used to.
My sword was real, but felt wrong. It was a standard charged bondsteel blade, a glossy dark gray in color. It should have been sparkling blue and silver, but it wasn’t. What had initially appeared to be blood dripping off it was now changing, reverting to its true state – a two toned ugly blue and blackish green – as the glamour faded.
How did I know these things?
Good question. I could not remember anything that had gone before. Not who I was, not what I was, not where I was, where I was from. Nothing. I couldn’t remember anything about how my dead opponent had gotten there, how I’d killed it, how or why we’d fought.
Logically, my memories should have been accessible to me through auros, even if I couldn’t remember normally. But they refused to come. I tried perception, hoping to read the molecules themselves, only to discover I didn’t have any. I wasn’t material at all; simply a self-perpetuating energy pattern.
That wasn’t right, or at least wasn’t the whole story. I thought of myself as human, I identified as human, my mind told me I was a loyal adherent of humanity and the Human Empire. I was, at some level, both human and somehow important within that Empire.
There had to be an explanation that made sense, I just didn’t know what it was at the moment.
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