Wild, how's your memory? Have the others tried helping you out with it?
Wild: She likes to take me out in hyrule and show me places where we have been before. She have told me about my past, not much but the little details of it. Apparently before the great calamity i have said stuff to her that i now don’t even remember about, so she gladly tells me what she knows.
Wild: But uh, some stuff she won’t tell me. she says it’s better if i find it out myself, which is, not gonna lie, quite frustrating.
The first thing she heard when she was waking up were birds and other animals that she could not name. There was a dull feeling in her head as she slowly opened her eyes, but when the light hit them she pinched her eyes again, because of the enormous pain that pierced her head. She curled herself up on the floor, holding her head tightly and was writhin while breathing heavily. But she recognized the try to calm down first could be the better idea. So the woman slowly in and exhaled the air for a while before eventually she sat up carefully. Still holding her head with one hand, with the other supporting herself, she looked around. “Where….. am I? And who am… I?”
“You… Know my name?” He felt an aching sensation take over. Both in his mind and his heart. A few tears escaped his eyes but he didn’t know why. Fiore murmured as he wiped at the tears. He couldn’t understand the sadness that he felt. “Who are you?”
In a place where records were made, Dreams and memories Of new and old. The races we had The people we met. The smiles we gave. All revisited In a place where records became memories For you and me. To be lost for eternity.
“Yes they… Huh?” He was thrown off by the question. Although something did feel familiar about her… Fiore placed a hand to his head as it began to ache. “I’m sorry. I’m afraid I don’t remember. Maybe you could help me?” If she truly was someone from his past, then maybe this lady could help him recover the lost memories.
Farris wasn’t feeling herself as of late. She got her guitar started to write. She wrote for several hours. She walked up to her deck. “If you happened to hear this. “
“Some folks are born made to wave the flag, Ooh, they’re red, white and blue.”
She strums the strings on her guitar softly. She sat on the railing of the Scarlet Rose playing away. Tears formed in her eyes. She started to play harder.
“And when the band plays “Hail to the chief” Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no senator’s son, son It ain’t me, it ain’t me; I ain’t no fortunate one, no”
She stood up really strumming her guitar. The passion in her voice carried with the winds. Something in her soul. It was burning she had to get it out. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Her crew started to come on the top deck. One whispered. “Captain?”
“Some folks are born silver spoon in hand Lord, don’t they help themselves, oh
But when the taxman comes to the door Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no millionaire’s son, no It ain’t me, it ain’t me; I ain’t no fortunate one, no”
Maze frowned, a look of pure concern across the demons face. She took another step towards him, two bottles of whiskey in her hand.
“It’s me, Mazikeen-”
“I’m very good with faces, and an interesting name like that… How would I forget something like that?” He smiled as he realized she seemed friendly and familiar toward him. “I’m sorry if I’ve forgotten, I do meet a lot of people, Mazikeen…”
Lucifer trailed off as he realized she’d brought him his favorite drink and vintage, so she must’ve known him well enough to do so. He frowned, brow furrowing in confusion, “I think I have forgotten.”