Musalis would have frowned, had she been capable thereof. She didn't quite remember how she had gotten to where she was now. She was standing in the middle of a road. Nearby were small wooden houses, an inn, a blacksmith, and a market square could be seen at the end of the road. So she was probably in a town. So far, so good. The weather was excellent, with a bright blue sky and only a few white clouds in sight. But that still didn't explain how she had gotten there."Cindy? How exactly did I get here?"
, Musalis asked."Well, you walked out of the inn, and before that... I... don't remember."
, her bible answered, "Strange. I always thought I had a very good memory. After all, knowledge stored in books doesn't just disappear. Unless you pour ink on us, or set us on fire, or rip out some pages... though I guess if you rip out pages the knowledge is still preserved, it's just stored on the page which is outside a book instead of inside. But it could still be considered part of the book..""Yes, very good."
, Musalis interrupted her overeager companion. While it was fun to listen to her ramble, she didn't have the time; she had to find out what had happened. The skeleton girl decided that going back to the inn was her best bet; if she'd come out of it, then surely they would remember her leaving, and could tell her more about what had caused the hole in her memory.
The door to the inn lead to a quite dirty common room, as if somebody had forgotten to clean it. There were a few chairs with mysterious stains, dust on the floor along with dried muddy footprints, and an old man behind a counter. Musalis ignored the filth, and walked instead up to the man."Hello."
, she said, "I can't seem to remember, but apparently I left this inn. Maybe you could tell me how I got here?"
The man looked at her, and shook his head."Can't remember ever seeing you in my life."
, he said, staring at her with his head cocked to the side, "Then again, my memory seems to be getting worse these days. Lots of things I can't remember. I try to leave myself notes, but then I always forget where I put them... at least that's what it said on this note I found."
Musalis excused herself, and left the inn. It would probably have been too easy if she found the solution that easily. Maybe... maybe she could try to remember. Her last memories could hold a clue as to what she was doing here and how she had gotten here. She focused on her memories. She remembered going into the inn, and before that... nothing. She searched her memories further back, and finally, she remembered...
The Past wrote:
Musalis was walking towards through some ill-kept fields towards a town. She was whistling to herself, some old tune whose words had been long lost. Soon, she reached a very weatherworn sign where the name of the town should have been; but constant pressure from the elements had made it unreadable. Musalis stopped.
"I think this should be a good place to do this...", she said to thin air, "Ahem. Dear future me. I am now venturing out into this town, where people apparently loose all there memories of the time they spend inside it. At least that's what the book I read claimed. I am quite certain that it is only silly superstition. But, in case the book is right, this message to myself. Uhmmm... yeah, I guess that's it."
Musalis slowly continued walking.
"Oh, and I almost forgot.", she siad to herself, "In case this works, I absolutely have to remember to..."
At that point the memory quickly grew fuzzy and Musalis didn't know what happened after it. It was frustrating, but it gave her a starting point. So, she was in this town to prove that it wouldn't erase her memories, but she had been proven wrong. So, since there was nothing else to do here, she should probably leave.
Musalis was walking down the street, trying to remember where she was headed. Then she saw a figure standing at the end of the road, with a wolf by his side. There was noone else on this road, and no other obvious buildings that could be her destination. Obviously, she had been on her way to meet him. Or fight him. Or... hug him? She really couldn't remember why she was walking towards him. Perhaps he could tell her.
Musalis walked towards the stranger, and as she got closer, she noticed that it wasn't a stranger at all - it was... the man whom she had fought in the tournament in the swamp, but who hadn't given her a name. So, maybe a stranger after all. Which made her even more confused as to why she was coming here to meet him. They didn't exactly know each other well, so it probably wasn't a meeting between friends. But they also didn't have any big issues between them, so why would they fight again? Maybe he had some sort of business proposition? Even worse, what if she had told him that she needed to meet him to discuss some business, and now she couldn't remember what she was going to offer him?