Where Am I?

Death. Something that humans have contemplated since the very start of our existence, and will continue to do so until it's end.

Something that I currently am experiencing.

All around me was a colorless endless void that held not a single speck of matter, or light, not even darkness seemed to be present. There was nothing.

I could not feel, nor could I see, taste, or hear, the only grace I had was that my mind was seemingly intact, in a spiritual sense at least since I clearly lacked body and brain.

Though this only lead to more questions in my mind.

How was I able to think, to retain my emotions and thought process was beyond my current understanding, however one thing did occur to me as I...Floated? Is that even what I'm doing in this vast infinite void? Or am I simply staying still? Better yet do the concepts of movement and stillness even apply to were I am? Either way I can't confirm it as I don't posses any of my previous senses I held while alive.

I'm getting off track, it's best not to think of too many things at once. Let's just focus on what I was going to think about before I got off track.

I don't know, or rather, I don't remember who I am. It seems that all I can remember is my name, and the various training I went through in my life, which I believe started at five? Possibly younger?

It really doesn't matter as it's no use fussing over something I have no control over.

It seems the trauma of death creates the long lasting side-effect of lost memory.

How do I know it's long lasting? I counted how long I've been in here since I gained my consciousness. So far it's been around a month since I awoke and nothing had came to memory except for vague images of my past training in guns, hand to hand combat, mental training, and a lot more.

As time passes I remember more and more of my past but not faces, people, or even the continent and country I lived in.

A year goes by and my memories had finally stopped reappearing. Still no memories of other people or anything else besides training.

10 years flicker by in an instant, still no other memories.

100 years goes by, I can feel myself wanting to close off my brain and go into eternal slumber, but I will not allow it.

Countless years Have passed and it seemed it paid off.

A warm comforting, something enveloped my being as only a single thought rang through my head.

'I wonder, were will I go now.'

The adventures of Demetrius had begun