The Memory Mountain

It all happened so fast.

There I was, in the middle of the battlefield. Screams around me and people left and right. Somehow, in some other worldly way, I escaped my life.

And something else.

I found a jewel on the ground, shining like the blue sun, it was intoxicating how beautiful it was. I stared at it for hours before finally deciding to run with it. Once the queen’s guards found out what I did, the war broke out. The people of low society like me weren’t gonna lose someone that easily. Thanks to my brother, Calda, I managed to escape.

It’s been three months since returning to Phandalyin. I am to scared. So today I sucked up the courage and rode Journey, my abraxian, to Phandalyin. I was walking among the rubble of the burned down city ( not sure why it was burned ) When I saw a message written in the ashes.

The jewel of light will bring the night.

Nit sure what that was about, I walked away. Then I couldn’t handle what came next. There among the pile of rubble, I saw my collapsed old house. And inside it, the bodies of my family. Calda, Mother, Father, Lina, our dog, all of it gone. And I found my first ever story I wrote. Phandalyin was a big story writing society. It was even signed with my name, Gynysis. It brought tears to my eyes when I saw my messy handwriting and my silly stories about unicorns and princesses. Then, I read one of my Father’s researches. It was about a fabled mountain called Memory Mountain. It can create new memories and let you relive old ones. I decided it was worth a shot. I packed up my things and set out.

End of part one.