3 Faceless

It's been three days since I woke up without any memories. I've been gathering information and practicing my skills for the past few days.

It appears that I was now in a fantasy world. I was the youngest son of a noble. This mansion was a holiday home of my family. It was given to me till I heal myself.

Today was an exciting day for me. Today the healer would be here for the final session and will remove the bandages off my face.

For the past few days, I noticed everyone except my maid doing their best to avoid me.

The healer was a buff dude, in his thirties, about 7 feet tall, and he wore a long priest robe. He had shoulder length silver hair.

The healer did some miscellaneous rituals and projected a white light from his hands on to my face. He looked at me with pity and asked his aid to remove the bandages.

The aid ignored my painful moans and removed the bandages quickly.

I was finally able to see my face in the mirror. The emotion I felt was horror. What I saw on the mirror was a horribly scared face. It took me a while to collect myself. When I came to, the priest had already left. My maid was there with me, trying her best to hold her emotions in.

I was confused, since I never knew how I looked like I didn't have any attachment for this face. But it was horrifying to know that I would have to live with a scarred face.

............

A month later.

On the table was a silver coloured full face mask. It had circuit like patterns radiating from its eye holes. The teeth like carving on its mouth made it look like a skull.

I had to make an appearance at the academy today. It was the first time I was stepping out of the mansion.

I took a deep breath and wore the mask. I gathered my confidence and walked out of the room. My maid following behind me.

..........

The academy was a situated in a rather rural area, about an hours travel on horse, from the mansion.

I noticed quite a few mansions along the way, each more luxurious than the other.

The academy had huge walls surrounding couple of complexes with beautiful victorian era architecture.

As I got off the wagon, I could hear a couple of murmurs around me.

"Look that's duke Barclays youngest son. I heard he was horribly disfigured by an accident."

"Haha.... it was probably done by the dukes family. Rumours say that he's a bastard and the family wanted get rid of him, but couldn't because of his mothers connections."

"Well, he's as good as dead now. What future could such a hideous monster even have."

They were talking loudly, probably wanting to express dominance.

I preferred not to entertain these monkeys and followed the crowd into the academy.