Quote:
Cain! You are Cain! You are a hunter, a life hunter! You do not belong here! Something or someone is keeping you here! Find a way to wake up!!(This part was underlined three times.) Nothing you know is real, nothing you think is real because this isn't really you! Try to find a way out of here!!

Don't forget who you are!


There were several of these notes all around the stallions room. He didn't know how or when they had arrived. What he did know is that he first noticed them with his priestess present. They had been talking about something clearly, but neither could remember. It was strange.

It was slightly terrifying.

No more than slightly.

These notes, they were written by him and if not by someone with identical name? But who would do that? But why would he do it? How did someone get into his room to put these notes everywhere? A hand rubbed forehead in growing frustration. These words meant nothing to him. Life hunter? The name on the paper said Cain as well, so it was addressing him.

A hand stilled with pencil grasped, blue eyes flickering towards the pad of paper. Staring between the two lines of writing. This wasn't good...

No matter how many times he wrote them, the words looked identical.

The pencil was sat slowly back down to the desk. Hands went up to fold over so his chin could rest upon them. He had written the words so many times to try and convince himself someone was playing a joke. But with each line, each letter, he was only getting more convinced he had wrote the notes.

But..when had he written them? For what reason? Had he gotten a hold of something bad and cause him to- no that made no sense. He paused and leaned back starting at the words. How could someone forget who they were? That was it. A hand scooped up all the notes, crumpled them and threw them away. He didn't get it but it didn't matter, Cain knew who he was.