Memories

Time and again I had thought of that moment. Over the years I had tried to replicate that intense joy that had spread through me but failed each time. All I can say is, it was so sudden and so overpowering that I did not even think of savouring the moment.

I walked towards the window and placed my hands on the wooden beam. Outside, there were several houses, flats, shops and lanes over which loomed a huge circular building. I knew that building as being the swordsman headquarters and school in one. Several children were running around its fields and a few adults stoicly entered and excited. The seemingly newly risen sun clarified the view below as I felt myself smiling widely. Bird song wafted across the air.

Then I noticed something very strange. I felt this familiarity with the view I beheld. I felt home in this room I had subconsciously known as my own. Recollections of events, textures, people and even experiences I did not know of a minute ago were firmly ingrained. What was strange... Was that nothing was strange.

I had memories of handling a sword. Memories of learning flips, holds and making new friends. But most importantly, I remembered something from roughly four years ago. I remembered finding myself in this world for the first time. Four years ago... That was when I was first convinced I lived in two worlds.

Elated, I spun around, surveying the room before me. The words 'I was right' kept flirting across my mind. Not only did the world of 'Blade Fables' exist but I really was a swordsman. Well, a swordsman in training. With a jolt, I was pulled back from my ecstasy. I had forgotten. Or rather failed to remember. I was not a trainee swordsman any more. Starting today.

Beginning to panic, I glanced at the small alarm clock near my bed. It read 6 am. 6 am! I was supposed to be at the headquarters by 6 am!

Everything was a blur as I rushed to make myself presentable. I snatched my previously ironed outfit from inside my closet and changed into it from my pyjamas. Running towards the dresser, I grabbed my brush and started to comb my wavy hair.

That was when I caught my reflection on the mirror. While everything felt familiar, there was still an aspect of wonder in the background. This wonder became much more prevalent when I saw myself adorned in clothing like I had only before imagined myself in.

Momentarily forgetting my hurry, I ran my hand along my red coat. I felt excited in this childish manner when I examined my long sleeved, zipped up, yellow shirt and orange neck tie. Eyes glinting further, I remembered my sword and belt. Grabbing it, I glanced at my reflection again, all buckled up. I felt strangely content.

Slipping on my black gloves and white and black boots, I almost stepped out of my room when I noticed something in the corner of my eyes. A calender.

Today was my first day as a swordsman. So it was February the first. But February the first was also the day that...

Oh no...

With a stony heart, I ran out. February the first... The day that Ahio might die.

Author's Note

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