If he ever stopped to pause and to think, he would have found his head brimming with questions and confusion. What he knew was that he had been made suddenly and taken into the care of one of the three Goddesses. The things he instinctively knew—fighting, walking, names of objects, comprehension—he didn’t know why he had them. These abilities were learned. Had he forgotten something very important? Had there been a him before the him right now? Perhaps that was why he had seen glimpses of things that had not been his, at least he had thought they weren’t.
His thoughts were drawn to the first day with the first time. He could still hear the rush of the water falling as if he were still standing next to them. Despite his shadowed appearance, he could see his gloved hands reaching for the fragments floating throughout the air. He could see their light and hear the sounds that came from each piece. Whispers, voices, music. Sounds and noises that made little sense to Linswo, but they were interesting. He liked to believe they were fragments of a him before the him right now. If he closed his eyes, he could pretend he held a viola in his hands and he could play lovely melodies with the simple pull of his bow.
What was he doing here? Sometimes the question would pop into his mind suddenly. Maybe as he walked from one area to the next. Perhaps just before he encountered another strange creature from the mist. The only thing tying him here was his loyalty to his goddess, at least that was what he had initially thought.
The more time went on, the more he could feel himself gain color and awareness. He would look down and see the colors swirling inside his core. Whites. Purples. Greens. A flicker of blue. Was he becoming more whole?
Sometimes he felt like he was in a daze, walking in a dream—like this wasn’t real, wasn’t right. Something tugged at his core, but he couldn’t pinpoint what that exact something was. He felt it after completing the newest task. Linswo had given something up for his blessing, but he didn’t remember what it was. But whatever it was, it filled him with sadness.
And sometimes he would stop to stand frozen in place. He would look down, both hands over his core as he wallowed in unexplainable anguish. Something was missing, and he had to look for it.
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