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I wake up under the dark boughs of a black pine. My crimson cape is drenched with dew, and the world smells new and fresh.
I look around. Green black blue I am trapped in a jar like a bug – and the walls are painted with green woods, idyllic hills, and cheery villages. The painter must surely be insane!
Who am I?.. I am I am I don’t know. Who am I?.. I don’t remember. The images swirl in my head – the memories, the words I am I am I am Avatar! Yes, this is it.
I get up, and start walking.
Who am I?
I am Avatar.
Step
What am I?
I am Avatar!
Step
What is my purpose?
I am AVATAR!!!
I scream the words, and the world explodes in thunderous pain. The shards of the jar swirl away into the darkness. Void surrounds me
Who am I? I am I don’t remember. I don’t want to remember.
The words explode in my head; the words are not mine. The voice The voice from my dreams – subtle, insidious, thunderous, commanding.
“Who are you?”
“I don’t know.”
“Who are you?!”
“I don’t want to know.”
“WHO ARE YOU?!?”
“I am I am NOOOOO!!!”
I am remembering
“I am the Will.”
“You are NOTHING!”
“I am the Mind.”
“You are WORTHLESS!”
“I am the Heart.”
“You are EMPTY!”
My memories come flooding back to me. I am the will, the mind, the heart “I am AVATAR!”
I scream, and the void implodes in on my brain. The pain the darkness
I stand on a clearing in the forest. Who am I? I am Avatar! Yes I remember now. I start walking.
The voice is back.
Step
“You are a killer.”
“I am the Avatar!”
Step
“You are nothing!”
“No”
More memories come back screaming faces, eyes full of pain my victims
“NOOOO!!!”
Step
“You are a killer.”
“No”
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“You must kill.”
“No!”
I lash out with my will, slamming energy into the Voice with a force of my Juggernaut.
“I will kill you!”
“Yes, good! Kill, kill!”
“No I am Avatar”
Step
“You are a killer. The dead will haunt you.”
“No”
Step
“Kill, and you will forget.”
“No!” I lash out again. “Begone!”
This feels sweet. For a moment, I forget the dead. Perhaps the voice is right
I surrender to violence. My body and my mind remember the sweet emptiness of battle. I strike
The world shifts. I stand in a richly appointed room. A kindly old man sits on a throne. I should remember him Who is he? Who am I? I must kill Mustn’t I?
“Kill!”
I draw my sword, and strike. The Black Blade slices soundlessly through the air, and strikes flesh.
The world shifts. I stand in a richly appointed room. A dark, gloomy man sits on a throne. I should remember him Who is he? Who am I? I must kill Mustn’t I?
“Kill!”
I strike. The Black Blade slices soundlessly through the air, and strikes flesh.
The world shifts. I stand on a clearing in the forest, in front of a man in full plate armor with a crimson cape. The man’s strangely familiar eyes are full of pain. Who is he? Who am I? I must kill Mustn’t I?
“Kill!”
I heft my blade. The man his eyes “NOOO! I am Avatar!”
I step forward, and into the man with pain-filled eyes. I am whole again.
“You must kill to forget!”
“No. I am Avatar.”
“The Dead”
“No. I had to.”
“They will not let you rest!”
“So be it. I am Avatar”.
I repeat this like a mantra. I remember. I am myself. I have my identity now.
I look around. I stand on a clearing in the forest. The grass is sparkling with dew, and the world smells new and fresh. What happened? Was this a dream? It must have been
I look at my blade. It is black and featureless there is no blood on it yes, it must have been a dream.
Ahead of me is a swath cut through the forest, the trees around it charred and lifeless. What is it? A dream? I wish it was but my mind tells me otherwise.
Nevertheless, I won. I am the Avatar – for one more day, at least. Britannia is safe from me for now.