Rhazort

A ******* fish is in my boot... That is the first thing that my mind processes when i wake up on the shore, all around crates and bodies spilled evenly across it. I try get up but my body does not respond inmediately, first my hands tries to clean the sand and algae of my face to later help me get up, being helped by the other hand who responds much sooner than the rest of my body. “Where the **** am i?” i think, already standing and getting away from the waves before they swallow me up again. I try to think, to look for any landmarks but nothing comes to mind... The realization hits hard, like a slap in the face by a mother. Nothing comes to mind, nothing at all. Not a place, not a life nor anything of the sort. I can’t seem to remember anything and before i realize, i’m on the sand again, having fell like i have been kicked in the jewels... I try to think, i put my all in remembering anything, concentration on the important bits, anything else is unnecesary. A name comes to mind, Harkon. Lord Harkon. The name sounds good but the title does not...a lord of what? Other memories come flooding yet unfinished. The sea, sailing in it with the wind hitting on my face. A marriage in Sutica... A beast...i hunted a beast and failed back at the Serpent sea... Nothing else comes to mind...Why? Soon, i realize i’m feeling cold. I look around and find a few clotes in one of the crates, drier than the piece of cloth i have for a shirt at least. Soon, i recolect a good amount of clothes but the night is getting closer so i put on a fire and eat some clams i get from the shore... Everything comes naturally, but nothing else comes when i want to think about it...The night reaches it’s point, and i’m too tired to even care about things anymore, so prepare myself too sleep. If something doesn’t kill me while i sleep, i will follow the shore until i find people.