1 Becoming the Protagonist

Okay, waking up only remembering your name and scattered information is not the best situation, but hey at least I know my name is Nemo and that its the name of a fish and the pseudonym of a Greek hero. Now waking up with limited memories and only the clothes on your back is an even worse situation, but it's better than the alternative.

Now I'm not the most knowledgeable or experienced guy for obvious reasons, but I do know that staying here waiting to get rescued is a bad. However, I have no idea where I am, so you know what that means, walking in a random direction and hoping it doesn't kill me.

You would think walking through a forest in dead silence with only your thoughts would be boring and you would be right. The time seems to just blend and warp, I've either been walking for five minutes or 5 hours. I really cannot say which, but hey not dead, just extremely hungry and thirsty, so that is something.

As I was walking through the woods, I suddenly encountered a path. After following the path for a while, I encountered a road. Guess who's moving up in the world. After awhile with my thoughts the road I was on intersected with another and apparently that is both iteral and metaphorical as I met another traveler.

"Hello new friend, I'm Bell." (Bell Apparently)

"Nice to meet you Bell, I'm Nemo. How's it going." (Nemo)

"I'm going to Orario to be an adventurer. Where are you going to?" (Bell)

"Apparently, Orario. Don't have the faintest idea what I am going to do when I get there, but I'm sure I can figure it out." (Nemo)

Now I might be biased as he shared his limited food and water, but Bell just seemed like a guy anyone could be friends with. While I didn't know a lot about the world, I did know this anyone willing to share their limited supplies with a virtual stranger is the kind of friend that is good to have.

After a while of talking with Bell and walking down the road of life together our peace was sudden shattered by a screech and a scream. The next couple of moments are foggy but when I came back to reality Bell was on the ground with a knife in his back and an ugly little green thing trying to get it out.

I don't think I've ever been in a fight, can't really without my memories, but I had a good hunch that letting the creature get it's knife back would be ill advised. As a result, I rushed the creature and tackled it. After I got it on the ground I just kind of kept throwing my fist at it until I saw grey.

I got off the body and took in my situation. I was surrounded by two dead bodies, one friend and one foe, on a road in the middle of a forest evidently containing monsters. All the supplies I had were my clothes, Bell's clothes that did not fit me, Bell's supplies that I desperately needed, and the monster's rusty knife which was admittedly helpful. If I just ignored my friend's blood on the blade.

I decided that I would bury my first friend even if it was exhausting and dangerous. As I stood over the dead body of my friend it seemed like something transferred from him to me. I don't have any idea what it was, but it seemed like something very critical had occurred. However, I moved to the back of my mind, I had a friend to mourn and bury. After five hours of digging with hands I had a half-way decent grave for Bell.

By the time I was done it was night. While walking through monster infested woods at night sounded like a bad idea, my only other options were to stay or sleep in the monster infested woods. You can see where I'm coming from. So, I set off with Bell's supplies and the monster's knife.

Good news, I'm a pretty lucky guy as I got out of the woods un-shanked. Bad news, I still have three long and boring days walking alone with only my thoughts as company ahead of me.

While those long days walking alone mourning my friend's death weren't fantastic, they were manageable. After a few days of walking, I arrived at Orario, city of dreams. However, as I later found out Nightmares are dreams too as a lot of the residents of the city can attest.