Chapter One

I wake up with a sharp throbbing in my right shoulder. A loud moan escapes my mouth.

“Finally up, hmm?” I hear someone one say. A deep male voice.

I moan again, the pain worsening.

“Oi, wake up. Now.”

I slowly open my eyes. My vision is blurred, but I can make out a figure standing in front of me.

“I don’t…can’t, I—” I manage to croak out. My eyes shut without my permission.


That takes me by surprise making my eyes snap open. I don’t have the energy to scream, instead I feel tears well up in my eyes.

What just happened? Who is this man? Did he slap me? Why is my shoulder hurting? I feel myself starting to panic. No, no, I can’t panic. Panic will make it worse.

I shut my eyes tight and open them after a second. My vision is still blurred, but it’s better than before. I try to focus on something to make sense of things, anything. The pain. I focus on the pain. But then I realise…the pain is everywhere. My whole body hurts, not just my shoulder, though my shoulder hurts more than the rest of my body. I look down at my body and realise I’m in standing position. How’s that possible? I’m not standing. Taking a better look, I see that I’m not standing at all. I’m tied to something, and I’m in a vertical position. My head spins. How long have I been like this?

I slowly look up at the man. Trying to grasp on anything that looks familiar. Nothing. The man is huge. He is in complete war gear, wearing an iron helmet that covers most of his face, so I can’t see much of it except his eyes. His grey eyes display no emotion.

“Who are you?” I ask, my throat burning.

“You know who I am.” The man replies. I can’t say whether or not we’re alone…wherever we are, but his voice is all the sound I can make out.

“I don’t. Please. Please help me.”


I feel lumps form in my throat and fight back tears. The last thing I want to do is cry. Why did he slap me? Where am I? Who is he? Why am I here? I am panicking, I can’t think straight.

“I don’t know who you are!” I try to yell but I know I sound anything but courageous, “Who the hell are you? Where am I? What’s going on, you-you—“


“Drop the act, girl,” He says “You know very well who I am. You know why you’re here. You know all about how you got here. And that’s what I need to know. How did you get here?”

I shake my head, almost sobbing. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Please, I haven’t done anything, please let me go.”

“Let you go where, exactly?”

I open my mouth to reply, but stop short because I don’t know what to say. Where do I go? Where am I from? Where am I now? I stare at him blankly from a long moment trying to remember where I’m from, but I get nothing, “I-I don’t kn-know.”

He locks his eyes with mine. I brace myself for the slap.

Only, it doesn't come.

He pushes my head back with the heel of his palm and leans in close so I can smell his heavy stench and it smells overwhelmingly of blood.

“Listen up, girl. You see your friend over there?” He points to something on my right. I turn to look at what he’s pointing to and find myself staring at a little girl tied to a chair. Her small blue eyes are filled with fear, her face streaked with tears and blood. Her blond hair is tangled in a complete mess and partially covers her face. She looks vaguely familiar. “You don’t tell me how you got here, I will slit her throat, you hear?”

My eyes widen in disbelief, but I notice the girl doesn’t react.

“You can’t! She’s a—”

“Do you really think I can’t?.”

I look into his eyes. I have no doubt he’ll kill the girl without a moment’s hesitation. I stare for several moments in horror. He couldn’t possibly…

“Please,” I sob now, begging him, “I don’t know anything. I don’t know who you are, I don’t know who she is, I don’t know why I’m here, I don’t know how I got here. Please, don’t kill her. You've got the wrong person. Please, let us go. Go where, I don’t know, but—but, I don—don’t know. I just—please...”

He merely shakes his head and walks over to the little girl.

“I hope this teaches you a lesson. You can’t lie here. No one can.”

I know what’s going to happen next so I look away as I hear the girl shriek. She stops abruptly and I know she’s dead. I feel myself sobbing in despair.

“Shut up,” The man says as he walks back to me. “You tell me how you got here now, or you’re next.”

I shake my head, sobbing and fumbling with words, “I don’t know,” I say miserably.

He remains silent. Even though I stare down at my feet, I can feel his stare boring into me.

Then I look up again and surprisingly for both, I and he, I scream, “Go ahead, then! Finish me off!”

He examines me for a long time before speaking. But when he speaks, he doesn’t address me, “Take her away.”

I look around to see who he’s talking to. And finally, to my left I spot a young man, also dressed in armour, make his way towards me.

I look back at the man, “Where are you sending me? Who are you?”

He smiles. A very unnerving, unfriendly smile which makes my skin crawl, “You will find out soon enough.”

That’s the last thing he says as he walks away.

Just as he leaves the other man arrives. I decide to call the first one Grey, and the younger one, who’s supposed to take me to God knows where, Crop because of his close cropped hair.

Crop unties me and scoops me in his arms and carries me away. I don’t even try to fight back. As he walks I try to collect my thoughts.

Not too much later, I come up with a few conclusions. I have no idea where I am. I don’t know where I am going, I don’t know what I've done but it’s probably pretty bad because it landed me here. I don’t know where I’m from.

I have exactly no memory of anything before I got here.

The only thing I do know is that I am now responsible for the death of a little girl who couldn't be anymore than seven.

Can things get any worse?

Apparently, plenty.

Starting with a dreadful question I hadn't thought of before.

Who am I?

Author's Note

Hope you liked it! Please tell me what you think of it, critics are most welcome :) I can't say how long Chapter Two will take, but um wish me luck, I guess.

Thank you so much for reading!


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