Take me to the River.
Memories, they’re something we take for granted, something that is sacred and only ours. That is until the one day those precious memories are ripped from you, leaving a hollow nothingness in their wake.
Erdan could not remember when or why his memories had been taken from him. His only clues had been a set of meager belonging and a note he had woken with, clutched tight in his hand. The had told him only his name, and that what he needed could be found in the Ikana Valley Temple. It has never said what he needed to find there, but he assumed it was some manner of restoring his lost memories.
And so a long, confusing and far far to warm journey later he was here, The fast flowing river was a blessing, and Erdan had bundled his pack and robes under the bowl turned hat. Burying it under a thin layer of sand to hide his presence from unwanted attention. He was camper near where the upper waterfall poured down into the river below.
The water was a blessing on his tight dry skin, the liquid flowing in soothing waves over his aching gills. Erdan stayed below the surface, not relishing the return to the burning sun and sand above. For now he rested, hunting fish in the fast moving water and for a moment, he swore he saw movement up on the canyon ridge.
Dae sighs as he leads his horse down the traitorous paths to the valley below, an eerie fog following behind him as he lumbered almost. His eyes glowing a bright red as he turns around a set of large stones, smoothed by wind and water and years. He stops by the waters edge over a small hill and a waterfall that tumbles down it.
He leads his horse over to drink as he digs through the saddle bags. It was silent and the moon was high by the time he got off the cliffs above, making the world bright silver and blue. He’d never seen so much green everywhere, only in the oasis’s his people would travel between.
It wasn’t until he heard splashing and he looked up that a strange creature catches his attention a second before it jumps out of the water and spits at his horse. The beast screams, rearing back before falling dead onto the Ikanian. “AHH!” Dea shouts in surprise as he hits the water with a splash and is washed away. He didn’t know how to swim in fast currents and he’s over the waterfall in the blink of an eye. Feeling air as he gasps before looking down in time to see the water greet him face first.
The world goes black.
