Forgotten

I open my eyes, only to be blinded by the sun. I roll over and open my eyes again, now staring down at dirty sand.

"What... where am I?"

"Your in my way, is where you are." A woman's voice replies.

Startled, I jump up. "Who are you?" I ask, my head sore. My chest, however is fine... wait, why am I worried about my chest...?

"That's what I should be asking!" The woman says, interrupting my thoughts.

I gaze up at her, covering the sun with my hand. She's young, about my age, with short red hair.

"What are you gawking at, punk? I swear all you guys are the same! Even lunatics like you who wash up on shore!" She says, laughing without humor.

I step forward, and not even a second later a flintlock is pointed at my head. Flintlock... it's familiar...

"Who are you?" She asks, coldly. Her flintlock pointed at my head. For some reason, I've already imagined a way to disarm and kill her... wait, she asked for my name but what is it? I don't remember.

"I'm... not sure" I answer.

"Sigh... well, sucks to be you. This is Nekro island, a shitty little island." She says, lowering her gun. "Now move. Your on my spot." She adds, annoyed.

I move a few steps away, as she sits down, pulling out a spyglass. It's long and only meant for one eye. She puts it to her eye and looks ahead.

A ship passes by... it's familiar. A red sail with a sigil of a golden crown, flutters in the wind.

She pulls the spyglass away and gazes up at the sun, then pulls out a small note book and begins writing. Writing... I want to learn how...

I move slightly, she notices, and glances at me, "why are you still here?" She asks, annoyed.

Why's she so angry?

"Why can't I be? Do you own this beach?"

"Yes." She snorts, "now bugger off before I regret not putting a bullet in your annoying head."

Sigh... I'd better leave. My head hurts enough already.

Walking away from the beach, I try to remember what I've forgotten. I feel sad and in pain, though it is not physical pain. I forgotten something important.

The island is indeed small, and uninhabited... though by the looks of it, it wasn't aways that way. The island is littered with graves; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it's covered in graves. For some reason, the sight of this mass loss of life doesn't make me sad; it's as if I'm use to it.

Well now I know why that girl is so cranky, being surrounded by the dead is not fun. Wait... right... I was also...

The pit! Thats right... and my names Mavro!

How could I forget? I chuckle.

There aren't any houses on this tiny island besides a small shack; it's probably where the girl lives.

The island smells of death. Just like the pit.

Storm clouds approach, I'd better find cover. I wonder if that girl is still on the beach... beach... beach... beach...

Dammit. Is there more I'm forgetting?

The girl approaches, with a solemn expression. Noticing me, she frowns.

"Your still here..." She says, emotionless.

"Where else can I go?" I ask, annoyed. My head hurts as if screaming at me to do something.

"Sigh. Whatever, just don't touch my things, Mr. I dont remember my name." She says, chuckling.

"Actually I do remember... it's, Mavro." Say, feeling oddly embarrassed.

"Oh... really~" She says, humorously. Then walks off.

I gaze up at the now grey sky. I'm feeling frustrated with... myself.

Breathe in. Breath out. Calm down.

My name is Mavro. My name is Mavro. Mavro means black... haha that, idiot.

That idiot... oh...

Rain falls down onto my face but it can't hide the tears which stream out of my eyes. Oh... God, how could I forget? How could I forget my friend... my only friend?

I fall to my knees, crying. I thought I had cried all my tears away in the pit. Now I realize a fool like me will never run out of tears to shed.

"Aargh!" I scream, louder than I've ever screamed before. I scream until it hurts. Clenching my fists, I hit myself as hard as I can. As I'm about to fall over, the red haired her catches me. "You really are a lunatic, huh?" She says, worried. This girl is such a weirdo, just like Shadar...

'Ah... I'm sorry, Shadar. I'll save you soon.' I think to myself, as I lose consciousness.

***

Waking up in a dark room, the only source of light - a candle. I watch as the shadows dance in the light of the flickering flame. The girl sits on a crooked chair, watching the flame.

"Finally up?" She asks, nonchalantly.

"Why..." I want to speak, but my throat hurts.

"Why did i help you? Because you remind me of my pathetic self. So... just be grateful. I normally wouldn't help someone, especially not a man."

Ah... so she hates men. "Why?" I ask weakly.

She's surprised, not expecting to be asked.

"W-Well I'm a bad person..."

I sit up, forcing my voice, then finally say hoarsely, "I've met... bad people. Y...Your not one of them." She's an angel compared to the scum from the pits.

She turns her head, hiding her red cheeks. "Shut up!" She shouts.

Sigh, I need to get out of here. Shadar could be executed while I'm relaxing in a warm bed. Warm bed... this is the first time I've been in a bed. It smells nice.

"Quit sniffing my bed, perv!" She shouts, suddenly.

Huh? What's a "perv", "what's that?" I ask, curiously.

"Your 'that'." She says, seriously.

Oh, I'm a perv.

***

"So your friend is imprisoned... and you have no idea where..." She sighs, well that's not very informative.

"Well I do remember the ship and the man who captured him." I say.

She nods for me to continue.

"The ship was military, it was like the one you were watching on the beach. Oh and the man was thin and had four stars on his red uniform." I describe.

Her green eyes widen.

"Looks like we have the same enemy." She says, chillingly.