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Chapitre 2: Chapter 1:Who am I?
4Opening my eyes, I looked around. Nothing that appeared before my eyes looked familiar. This fact convinced me that I was in an unfamiliar place. The room is more like a giant warehouse than a place where you can sleep peacefully. The whole room is lined with small beds made of wood. There is pitch darkness in the yard and deathly silence in the room.
As I looked closer, I began to notice details. The room seems filthy, and all the beds look very old with lots of cracks and a shabby look. There are children on each bed, and it seems very strange.
But thinking about it now becomes very difficult. Drowsiness began to build up, and I decided to leave all thoughts for the morning. Closing my eyes, I greeted a sweet dream.
Awakened again, I rubbed my eyes, remembering my nocturnal awakening. But before I could go deeper and figure out everything I was interested in, my flow of thought was interrupted by a stern voice.
"Hurry up, young freeloaders, AUGUST, who gave you the right to relax? Quickly, before I force your lazy ass out, get dressed and go to work!" a threatening-looking old lady shouted in my direction. Her screams brought a lot of discomforts and interrupted my thoughts.
I looked around before tilting my head to the side. Looking at her and poking my fingers in my chest, I asked, "Me?"
And what does she mean by saying that she will force me? This is not how children are treated. When I was home, my parents woke me from sleep with sweet words that warmed my heart.
Parents…. Who were they? Who are my parents? What are their names? How do they look? Why, thinking about my life until today, I can't remember anything, absolutely nothing, an empty and deaf void….
I don't understand anything! Calm down, and let's start all over again. My name is…. Who am I? Where are all those memories of my early childhood? I can't remember a single memory of myself.
*Sudden, severe migraine*
I leaned against the pillow, trying to silence the pain, and lessen this terrible pain I felt. Hold on, rag! This went on for a couple of minutes before the pain subsided and allowed me to take a deep breath of relief.
I tried again to remember at least something connected with me, something that could remind me, give me a little string that I could pull and understand what was happening.
Instead of the memories that I so badly needed, I didn't understand words came to mind. What is the Witcher? What is the "Law of Surprise?" Elder blood? Kaer Morhen?
Why do I have such a strong desire to get to this place? It's like someone wants me to be there. Why do I understand that I will be nothing in this life without this place? As if someone took control of my destiny and my opinion was never included.
Why does it seem that I have become a puzzle with which I will have to suffer for long and long years?
At the same time, while I was engaged in self-discovery, the elderly woman looked at me with the eyes of a wild animal and a face full of disgust.
"What a shameless child? We have a set of rules! And one of the rules states, "If you don't work, you don't get to eat!" I can't feed such a bunch of useless kids!" Without a single bit of shame, the old woman took me by the scruff of the neck and threw me out the front door without expressing repentance, with the words "Get out!"
The last thing I heard was a loud slam of the door.
Now is not the time to think about the scary elderly woman! Let's get back to trying to remember who I am. Wait a minute, and she called me August. Okay, if my name is August, how old am I now?
2To find at least some answers, I ran to a puddle not far away. Looking at the reflection, I can only say one thing. I am no more than five years old. But then again, I can't know for sure.
Everything around me doesn't seem to be what it should be. But it's almost a tangible feeling that I'm drawn to where I need to go to this place that bears the name of Kaer Morhen.
Before deciding what I might regret, I interviewed a nearby man. I approached him from behind and tapped on his leg to get his attention.
Responding to my actions, he turned around and looked at me. The man didn't look rich, he wore the same wraps as me, but his face was the scariest thing I've ever seen.
The man, seeing me, grimaced an ugly grin, "What do you need, kid?"
His face was 'decorated' with numerous bruises and wounds. Half of his teeth were missing, and the other half was dark yellow, making the man more terrifying. Half of his head was all burnt, which made him almost bald. A long scar adorned his face. A scar ran through nearly the entire face, making this man's face an absolute embodiment of a terrible dream.
Holding back my horror and trying to hide my fear, I tried to ask, as if nothing had happened, "Where are we?". But I failed in horror, stuttering at every letter.
The man's face showed no understanding, and he asked me, "What do you mean?"
I took a couple of deep breaths of air and explained, "Where are we? What country do we live in?"
He looked surprised at my question, but he replied flatly, "We are in the Kingdom of Kaedwen, in a city called Pillaris."
So August, now you know where you are. What does it give you? In theory, nothing, but at least I know the place's name where I am. But where is this place called Kaer Morhen? Looking at the man, I decided to try my luck and asked, "Forgive me for worrying and stupid questions, but could you tell me where is the place called Kaer Mohen? "
His eyebrows went up, and he responded with a question to my question, "What is that kid? I have not heard of such a place".
Well, at least I tried. All that connects me to that place is the force pulling me there. But before leaving, my stomach growled, indicating that it would be nice to have a bite to eat. I turned my gaze back to the man, asking, "Excuse me, but is there anything I can do to relieve my hunger?" I expressed sincerity and pure thoughts to not look like a beggar.
But what I received in return was not a piece of bread nor what I foresaw.
*Slap in the face*
A firm and a painful slap in the face that, with its force, made me fall to my knees and get dirty in the mud. Understanding nothing, all I felt was a shock. For what? Why be so hands-on? Why is this violence? It was just a question. I didn't steal from him, but pain and humiliation were all I got in return.
"Do I look like charity, beggar? Get out of my sight so my eyes don't see you anymore and my ears don't hear. Otherwise, I'll call the soldiers and accuse you of stealing my savings and you, believe me, they won't feel sorry for you there" He shouted at me and finished with threats. All this time, while I was sitting in the mud, not understanding anything happening around me, one thing was evident. I must get out of here as soon as possible.
I wanted to answer. I wanted him to chew my fist, but I'm just a tiny child, and he is a huge man. What's the joke? I'm just helpless.
The idea of the soldiers frightened me, and quickly getting up, I ran. I ran towards the very feeling that had been pulling me.
It took me a few hours before I arrived close to a small river. There was nobody near, and it brought peace to my mind. Because of the previous encounter, I was covered in mud and smelled like shit.
This was a perfect place to wash off all my odour and refresh a little.
I quickly jumped inside a river, cleaning myself up. Along the way, I cleaned my cloth to make them look not as bad as before. It was still the same rugs, but there were clean now. I tried to get rid of all the smells that even my nose could not stand. It took a while, but I could reduce the odour to somewhere bearable.
But not only was I able to clean myself up, but I drank some water and reduced my thirst in the morning. It was a delightful experience, drinking after a long walk.
I followed upstream, trying to stay nearby the river since the force that pulled me was also somewhere in the same direction.
I walked till midnight. I didn't want to stop since it felt like I was almost there, almost reaching my final destination. Luckily it is not cold outside. Otherwise, I would be already frozen to death. I saw how the forest started in the near distance, but I had to cross this plain field just before that.
Looking at the distance, I saw some figures. Because it was midnight, I could not clearly see anything, but hoping for the best, I went for it.
Maybe this is a human, but it is so far in the distance that it is hard to say anything. The only light source I have is a moon, which proved to be a poor light source. I need to be a little closer with that, and I will definitely be able to see and figure out who this figure belongs.
I would never approach someone staying in the field in the middle of nowhere in the right state of mind, but right now? I was hungry and exhausted, and I wished to find someone that could take care of me, feed me and give me a place to rest my head.
The closer I came to the figure, the more I became cautious because her legs were not there.
IT WAS ALREADY TOO LATE when I arrived close enough to see the figure much more clearly. It was nothing like a human, it looked much more terrifying, and it would not let me go as quickly as I would like it to.
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