Post by Bethany on Apr 20, 2007 19:48:18 GMT -5
- chapter 3-
sand
What happens to the memories that you don't remember?
You can't possibly remember your whole life and store it in your brain.
Even if you could store the memories of a whole life into your brain, you wouldn't be able to access them; humans only use 15 percent of their brains.
Sometimes things come back to you that you didn't even know you had stored in your brain.
Are those from the extra 85 percent?
*****
“I…” Jerez pressed himself against the aged wood. Silver smiled and laughed. I know who you are!” he exclaimed happily.
“You do?” Jerez said, raising an eyebrow. Staring deep into those eyes, a vision entered his mind.
*****
He was a boy; a tan skinned boy with sand in his shaggy hair. There was a man who came to the beach every year, right when Leo dominated. When he came he never talked to anyone, until one summer when he talked to the shaggy haired child.
“Did you know there is a land where it snows all year?” He asked
“Even in Leo?”
“Even in Leo.”
“Is that where you come from?”
“No… I come from far, far away.”
They sat and talked all day, and the next morning, when the boy went down to the beach, the man was gone. And he never came back…
*****
“Don’t you remember me?” Silver asked, his smile fading.
“Who are you?” Jerez said, trying to expand upon the memory that had come to him. Where did the vision come from? Was he the little boy? When the hell had he lived near a beach? Why could he read the book about the Raven?
“Awww…” Silver said, backing away, talking to Malachi’s corpse, which was feeding the snow with blood, “He doesn’t remember…” He looked back at Jerez again and chuckled. “By the Moon!” he said with fascination. “You don’t know who you are, do you?”
“Of course I know who I am! Jerez said, not sure if he was lying. Silver smiled slyly.
“Then what sign were you born under?”
“Uh…” Jerez thought hard… what sign was it right now? “Capricorn.” He said, trying to look sincere. How could this man know that he didn’t know?
“Well” Silver started in a matter-of-fact tone, “I guarantee that you won’t find out who you are living in the tundra.” With that, he walked away, disappearing into the distance. It was then that Jerez realized that he was still holding the big black book.
*****
“There he is!” A man yelled once Jerez had returned to the cozy sanctity of the tavern. His voice was hostile, and Jerez turned his head to see that the man was, in fact, pointing to him. He raised an eyebrow in response.
Creacia’s normally rosy cheeks were pale. Holly was no where to be seen. Everyone was looking at him.
“What?” Was the only thing Jerez could think to ask.
“He was the last one seen with him!” Said a man.
“Why would you do it?” Shouted another.
“Do what?” Jerez asked, getting frustrated.
“You can’t just go around killing strangers.” Someone said, getting up and pushing his face in Jerez’s, grabbing his collar. Jerez was taller, and his shoulders broader than the man who threatened him; but the man was old and clearly dreaming of days when he would have been strong enough to take the dark haired man. “Who knows who else you’d off.” It was a question, but he said it like a statement. Jerez shoved the old man off of him, making him land sitting the chair below with a ‘thud.’
“Keep your hands off of him, you murderer!” A young man raged, knocking over a table. That was probably the old man’s son or something.
“He should keep his hands off of me!” Jerez was loosing his patience quickly.
“What happened to the man that came here last night?” Creacia asked, her soft voice somehow reaching all the corners of the room. Then, things finally clicked. It was all that ‘Silver’ guy’s fault… But he’d disappeared, and Jerez didn’t even remember what happened before he realized that the strange, violent man was gone. How could he get out of this one?
“You can even ask the archivist!” Jerez started to panic. “I didn’t do anything!”
“Spare me.” The old man said, standing up again. Jerez shoved him down, on the floor this time, and rushed back out of the tavern. He turned around to see that he was followed. He started to walk faster, his breath quickening with his heart beat. He turned around again. There was a mob scene.
He ran.
*****
-
end chapter three
sand
What happens to the memories that you don't remember?
You can't possibly remember your whole life and store it in your brain.
Even if you could store the memories of a whole life into your brain, you wouldn't be able to access them; humans only use 15 percent of their brains.
Sometimes things come back to you that you didn't even know you had stored in your brain.
Are those from the extra 85 percent?
*****
“I…” Jerez pressed himself against the aged wood. Silver smiled and laughed. I know who you are!” he exclaimed happily.
“You do?” Jerez said, raising an eyebrow. Staring deep into those eyes, a vision entered his mind.
*****
He was a boy; a tan skinned boy with sand in his shaggy hair. There was a man who came to the beach every year, right when Leo dominated. When he came he never talked to anyone, until one summer when he talked to the shaggy haired child.
“Did you know there is a land where it snows all year?” He asked
“Even in Leo?”
“Even in Leo.”
“Is that where you come from?”
“No… I come from far, far away.”
They sat and talked all day, and the next morning, when the boy went down to the beach, the man was gone. And he never came back…
*****
“Don’t you remember me?” Silver asked, his smile fading.
“Who are you?” Jerez said, trying to expand upon the memory that had come to him. Where did the vision come from? Was he the little boy? When the hell had he lived near a beach? Why could he read the book about the Raven?
“Awww…” Silver said, backing away, talking to Malachi’s corpse, which was feeding the snow with blood, “He doesn’t remember…” He looked back at Jerez again and chuckled. “By the Moon!” he said with fascination. “You don’t know who you are, do you?”
“Of course I know who I am! Jerez said, not sure if he was lying. Silver smiled slyly.
“Then what sign were you born under?”
“Uh…” Jerez thought hard… what sign was it right now? “Capricorn.” He said, trying to look sincere. How could this man know that he didn’t know?
“Well” Silver started in a matter-of-fact tone, “I guarantee that you won’t find out who you are living in the tundra.” With that, he walked away, disappearing into the distance. It was then that Jerez realized that he was still holding the big black book.
*****
“There he is!” A man yelled once Jerez had returned to the cozy sanctity of the tavern. His voice was hostile, and Jerez turned his head to see that the man was, in fact, pointing to him. He raised an eyebrow in response.
Creacia’s normally rosy cheeks were pale. Holly was no where to be seen. Everyone was looking at him.
“What?” Was the only thing Jerez could think to ask.
“He was the last one seen with him!” Said a man.
“Why would you do it?” Shouted another.
“Do what?” Jerez asked, getting frustrated.
“You can’t just go around killing strangers.” Someone said, getting up and pushing his face in Jerez’s, grabbing his collar. Jerez was taller, and his shoulders broader than the man who threatened him; but the man was old and clearly dreaming of days when he would have been strong enough to take the dark haired man. “Who knows who else you’d off.” It was a question, but he said it like a statement. Jerez shoved the old man off of him, making him land sitting the chair below with a ‘thud.’
“Keep your hands off of him, you murderer!” A young man raged, knocking over a table. That was probably the old man’s son or something.
“He should keep his hands off of me!” Jerez was loosing his patience quickly.
“What happened to the man that came here last night?” Creacia asked, her soft voice somehow reaching all the corners of the room. Then, things finally clicked. It was all that ‘Silver’ guy’s fault… But he’d disappeared, and Jerez didn’t even remember what happened before he realized that the strange, violent man was gone. How could he get out of this one?
“You can even ask the archivist!” Jerez started to panic. “I didn’t do anything!”
“Spare me.” The old man said, standing up again. Jerez shoved him down, on the floor this time, and rushed back out of the tavern. He turned around to see that he was followed. He started to walk faster, his breath quickening with his heart beat. He turned around again. There was a mob scene.
He ran.
*****
-
end chapter three
