Infurno

Scars from the past never fade. They always come back in ways you don't want it to. No one is safe from it. Haunted by their past from ten years ago, a group of unlikely people come together, intertwined into the fabric of a twisted fate. They buried those memories behind them, trying to move on in their lives. But, what happens when those memories return? Plagued by secrets, memories, and monsters from the past, can they survive? Can they remain who they are? Can they remain sane? Can they remain comrades? No one is safe when your demons come out to play. There is no happy ending in this tale.

This somewhat dark and edgy story is based on my hectic D&D campaign I played. This a grim dark fantasy story that blends a plot-twisting drama with intense action. I hope that you enjoy this story. Hopefully, this will turn into a trilogy.

Hiding in the Shadows

I felt like it was starting to become a reoccuring theme. I could only sigh, trying to shake off the grogginess given by my latest revelation.


After a few minutes, my thoughts began to organize themselves. However, there was still a strange nagging sensation, like something wasn't all there. There were gaps, making my very memories feel like a puzzle with only a few missing pieces.


"I'm still a little foggy, but I think I'm fine." My head throbbed, pounding like a bass drum.


Progress was sluggish, but I managed to recall what I had seen.


Lost memories. "Why?" I blurted out, an odd bitterness coloring my outburst. I felt a pang of regret as I realized I my bluntness. The usual tight leash on my emotions had loosened, making my curiosity impossible to restrain.


"Being revived isn't… pleasant." Thanatos began to explain. "Most come back insane, delusional, deformed, and… " Thanatos hesitated. "Losing your memories helped you, in a sense. They prevented you from remembering sights not meant for mortals."


I struggled to grasp these concepts. Only having recently regained my memories probably did not help. I recalled pieces of my past life, and the more I found, the more I realized how much I had changed.


Memories of my joyful past returned. The times I dragged my brother into the forest to explore. The friends that I had. I remembered Ophelia laughing, childish innocence radiating out of her, she smiled in everything she did. We were always together, inseparable. We lived together in the Church and spent every moment talking and playing with each other.


Brooding Jason, who sulked all day, but still managed to comfort all of us. Acolyte Dasi who took care of us like his own brothers and sisters, bringing us treats whenever we saw him. Grandma Osew who told the most fabulous of stories. Uter, whose infectious cheer made the entire town laugh with tears in their eyes. All of them gone, only alive in my memories.


Things began to line up. My instincts told me to not get attached. I trusted my instincts. I never knew why I felt different from the others, why I had trouble connecting to the living. But I knew now. I never wanted that, all the deaths, to happen again.


Solskin. I remembered why I was there. I understood why I cared so much about him. He was so much like Ophelia. That childish innocence that made everyone cherish her. I saw it in Solskin. I was drawn to what I had lost.


I still had missing memories. That was certain, I felt noticeable chunks of time elude me. What I thought were my memories of after the attack collapsed as I realized they were fake. Imprinted to make up lost time. Curiosity burned my mind, but there wasn't much I could do.


"The rest of it should return in time." Thanatos caught my curious expression. He quickly stood up, patting the dust off his robes.


"He can't wander to far from his boat. He has duties to attend to."


I stood up, ignoring the red dust that coated my clothing from laying on the ground. I was too lost in thought to care. With that, we continued to stumble our way through the underworld.


After some time, we came across a large shrine. The white structure was menacing, and at the top, we saw a golden figure slowly being surrounded by black shadows.


The Forgotten Past