THE MEMORIES (PART1)

It's very dark here. I don't know where i am? I'm scared. Please someone save me from these dark clouds. Please someone anyone please save me...

The world swam into hazily into focus as the boy slowly regained consciousness. Pain throbbed through his body, a dull ache that seemed to resonate with each heartbeat.

Blinking against the harsh glare of sunlight filtering through lace curtains, he realized he was lying in a bed - a bed that wasn't his own.

Confused gnawed at him. The last thing he remembered was the flash of dark lights, the desperate struggle for survival. How had he ended up here?

Struggling to sit up, the boy winced as his muscles protested. He glanced around the unfamiliar room, taking in the cozy surroundings of a quaint country-side cottage.

The wall were adorned with floral paintings, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of flowers through the open window.

Movement in the adjoining kitchenette caught his eye. A figure, slight and graceful, was bustling about with a familiarity that suggested this was her domain. Her back was 

turned to him, long flowing hair the color of moonlight. She wore a simple dress and her movements were graceful as she stirred something in a pot.

"Hello?" the boy's voice emerged hoarse and uncertain.

The girl turned, her gaze meeting his with a mixture of relief and concern. She approached slowly, setting aside a wooden spoon she had been stirring

something with - a rich aroma wafted through the room, stirring his senses. " You're awake" she murmured, her voice soft and melodic. 

The boy's brow furrowed as he struggle to speak to her. "Where am I" he managed to ask, his throat dry.

"You're in my home" she replied, her eyes flickering with empathy. "I found you injured near the forest edge and brought you here".

The boy closed his eyes, trying to summon even the faintest recollection. But there was nothing, just an empty void where his memories should have been. He shook his head.

"Thank you", the boy murmured, gratitude mingling with confusion. "How long have i been here".

The girl's expression turned thoughtful. "It's been 15 days since i found you. Your wounds were deep, but you're fortunate they weren't fatal".

The girl smiled gently, a hint of sadness lingering in her eyes. "By the way, my name is Parv Amoya".

The boy nodded in acknowledgment "I'm ....!"

He trailed off realizing he couldn't recall even his own name. Panic began to set in, but Parv's calm presence was a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. "Don't worry" she said, 

"Memory loss can happen with severe trauma. Just focus on getting better for now".

He nodded weakly, still grappling with the fear and confusion that threatened to overwhelm him. "What happened to me?"

"I'm not sure" Parv admitted, her brows furrowing "When i found you, you were already unconscious and severely injured. I brought you here and did my best to treat your wounds".

He looked down at the bandages covering his body, a sense of gratitude welling up within him. "Thank you again, for saving me".

Parv smiled, a warm and gentle expression that made her eyes sparkle. "You're welcome. I couldn't just leave you there. Besides, you seem like you're worth saving".

The boy didn't understand what just she said, despite that there was something about Parv that made him feel safe, as if her presence alone was enough to ward off the darkness that threatened to consume him.

"Are you hungry?" she asked, standing up and moving back to the stove "I was just making some stew. It should help you regain your strength".

His stomach growled in response, and Parv chuckled softly. "I'll take that as a yes".

As she ladled the stew into a bowl, he watched her with a mixture of curiosity and gratitude. There was an air of mystery about her, something that made him want to know more about the girl who saved his life. But for now, he was content to simply accept her kindness and focus on healing.

Parv brought the bowl over to him, helping him sit up and placing it in his hands. The aroma was tantalizing, and he realized just how hungry he was. He took a tentative sip, the rich flavours warming him from the inside out.

"This is amazing!" he said between bites, savoring the comforting taste of the stew.

Parv smiled, sitting beside him and watching as he ate. "I'm glad you like it. There's plenty more where that came from".

For a moment, they sat in comfortable silence, the only sound the gentle bubbling of the pot on the stove. Despite the pain and the uncertainty of his situation, he felt a strange sense of peace. He was alive, and he wasn't alone.

"Thank you Parv" he said again, his voice filled with sincerity. "I don't know what i would have done without you".

"You don't have to thank me," she replied, her eyes softening "Just focus on getting better".

As he finished the last of the stew he felt his eyelids growing heavy. The exhaustion from his injuries and the relief of finding a safe haven were finally catching up to him.

"Rest now," Parv said taking the empty bowl from his hands. "I'll be here if you need anything". 

He nodded, sinking back into the pillows with a contented sigh. Despite the unknowns that still loomed over him, he felt a glimmer of hope. He knew there were many question left unanswered, but for now, he was content to simply exist in this moment, surrounded by the simple comforts of a warm meal and a kind stranger.

For now, the past could wait...

Several days had passed since the boy's awakening in Parv's mysterious house. Each day brought incremental improvements in his strength and clarity of mind, yet his memories remained frustratingly elusive. Parv, however, remained a steadfast companion, patiently guiding him through each day with kindness and understanding.

On a bright morning, with the sun painting the sky in hues of gold and blue, Parv entered his room with a determined expression on her face.

"Today," she announced cheerfully, "we're going into the city."

The boy looked up from the book he had been reading—a collection of myths and legends from a bygone era. It was a habit he had developed to pass the time and

perhaps trigger some flicker of recognition, though so far, nothing had surfaced. "The city?" he echoed, setting the book aside. "Are you sure?"

Parv nodded, her eyes alight with excitement. "Yes! It's time you saw more of the world outside these walls. Besides, fresh air will do you good."

He couldn't argue with that logic. The prospect of leaving the confines of the house both thrilled and unnerved him. "Okay," he agreed tentatively, pushing aside his  uncertainties. "Where will we go?"

"We'll start with some of the more pleasant spots," she replied, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I'll show you the zoo first. You'll love it!"

With that, she helped him dress in clothes that were more suitable for venturing outside, careful of his still-healing wounds. Once he was ready, they set out, Parv 

leading the way through narrow streets and bustling markets until they reached the outskirts of the city where the zoo was located.

The name of the city was Diyore. It was in the country of Agorya which was located in the continent of Nomaniya.

As they entered the zoo grounds, the boy couldn't help but be amazed. Animals from all corners of the world were housed in spacious enclosures, each one carefully tended to mimic their natural habitats. Parv guided him from exhibit to exhibit, pointing out the graceful movements of a pride of lions, the playful antics of monkeys swinging from branch to branch, and the majestic presence of an elephant trumpeting softly as it splashed water over itself.

"They're magnificent, aren't they?" Parv commented, watching the animals with a fond smile.

"Yeah," the boy agreed, captivated by the diversity and beauty of the creatures before him. "I've never seen anything like this."

They spent hours exploring the zoo, Parv sharing tidbits of information about each animal's habits and habitats. The boy absorbed her words eagerly, his curiosity 

reignited by the sights and sounds around him. For a brief moment, he forgot about his lost memories and simply enjoyed the present.

After leaving the zoo, they wandered through the city streets, Parv acting as both guide and storyteller. She pointed out historical landmarks and shared anecdotes 

about the city's founding and growth over the centuries. They passed by a bustling market where vendors shouted their wares, their voices blending into a cacophony of sound that filled the air with energy.

Next, Parv led him to a pet shop tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. Inside, the shop was filled with chirping birds, scampering rodents, and tanks of colorful 

fish. The boy found himself drawn to a pair of playful kittens chasing each other around a corner, their antics bringing a smile to his face.

"Animals have a way of brightening even the darkest of days," Parv remarked, watching him interact with the kittens.

He nodded, reaching out to pet one of them as it purred contentedly under his touch. "Yeah. They're... comforting."

"They are," Parv agreed softly, her gaze thoughtful.

From the pet shop, they strolled through several parks dotted throughout the city, where children played, couples walked hand in hand, and elderly individuals sat on benches feeding birds. The boy marveled at the tranquility of these green spaces amidst the bustling cityscape, feeling a sense of peace settle over him.

As they walked, Parv continued to narrate stories of the city's past, weaving together tales of heroes and villains, triumphs and tragedies. Her words painted vivid 

pictures in his mind, evoking a sense of belonging despite his lack of memories. He found himself hanging onto her every word, grateful for the glimpse into a 

world he had been thrust into without warning.

Finally, they arrived at their last destination—a towering structure adorned with intricate symbols and banners depicting swords, staffs, and shields. "This is the 

Magic Guild," Parv explained, her eyes sparkling with reverence. "It's where adventurers gather to rest, share stories, and prepare for their next quests."

The boy gazed up at the guild hall in awe, sensing the aura of adventure and camaraderie that permeated the air around it. "Adventurers?" he echoed, intrigued by 

the mention of such a noble-sounding profession.

"Yes," Parv confirmed with a nod. "They're brave men and women who travel across the realm, seeking out treasures, battling monsters, and protecting the innocent."

They entered the guild hall, where the atmosphere was lively with conversations and laughter. Adventurers of all shapes and sizes lounged at tables, some swapping tales of their latest exploits, others poring over maps and parchments. The boy observed them with fascination, imagining the lives they led beyond these walls.

Parv introduced him to a few acquaintances—a seasoned warrior with a scarred face and a gentle healer with kind eyes—who greeted him warmly despite his 

apparent lack of memory. They shared stories of their own adventures, recounting near escapes and triumphant victories with animated gestures and hearty laughs.

As they prepared to leave the guild hall, the boy felt a pang of reluctance. These people, these adventurers, seemed to embody everything he had imagined a life of 

purpose to be. "Do you think... I could be like them someday?" he asked Parv quietly, unsure of his own words.

She smiled at him, her expression filled with encouragement. "Perhaps," she said softly. "But for now, focus on recovering your strength and your memories. The rest will come in time."

He nodded, accepting her wisdom with a sense of resignation. They left the Magic Guild behind, the sounds of merriment and camaraderie fading into the background as they made their way back through the city streets.

As they returned to Parv's house, the boy felt a mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration. The day had been filled with new experiences, each one adding a layer to 

the tapestry of his life that he was only just beginning to unravel. He turned to Parv, gratitude welling up within him.

"Thank you," he said sincerely, meeting her gaze.

She smiled warmly, her eyes reflecting the bond that had formed between them over these past few days. "You're welcome," she replied softly. "I'm glad I could show you a bit of the world outside."

They entered the house together, the warmth of the hearth welcoming them back into its comforting embrace. The boy settled into his usual spot by the window, watching the world outside with a newfound appreciation. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the room, he found himself lost in thought once more.

Who am I?

The question lingered, unanswered yet not as daunting as before. With Parv by his side and the city bustling beyond the walls, he knew that one day, he would find the answers he sought. Until then, he would embrace each moment, each new discovery, with an open heart and a hopeful spirit.

One month had passed since the boy had awoken in Parv's care. In that time, he had grown stronger physically, thanks to Parv's nurturing and the peaceful environment of her home. Yet mentally, the fog of amnesia persisted, shrouding his past in an impenetrable veil. Despite the kindness and patience of his caretaker, he remained haunted by the unanswered question: Who am I?

On this particular night, as the city slept under a blanket of stars, the boy lay in his bed, caught in the throes of a restless slumber. His dreams were turbulent, 

swirling with fragments of memories that slipped through his grasp like sand through fingers. Faces and places flashed before him, tantalizingly close yet 

frustratingly distant.

Amidst the chaos of his dream, a figure emerged—a man cloaked in darkness, his presence suffused with an ominous aura. The boy felt a chill run down his spine as the man's piercing gaze bore into his very soul. The man spoke, his voice a deep, resonant echo that reverberated through the boy's mind.

"What's your name, boy?" the man demanded, his tone heavy with menace.

The boy recoiled, instinctively knowing that this encounter held grave significance. Fear gripped his heart like icy claws, paralyzing him as he struggled to respond. "I... I don't know," he stammered, his voice barely a whisper against the oppressive darkness that surrounded them.

The man's eyes narrowed, his form shifting as if to loom closer. "Tell me, what's your name?" he growled, his voice now a menacing hiss that threatened to engulf the boy's fragile sense of self.

In the depths of his dream-induced terror, a surge of defiance welled up within the boy—a flicker of resistance against the encroaching darkness. 

"My name is Rahul!" he shouted suddenly, the words bursting forth from his lips with raw desperation.

"My name is Rahul, My name is Rahul, My name is Rahul you bastard, My name is ..." he repeated, each utterance a defiant cry against the oppressive force that sought to unravel him. His voice echoed through the void of his dream, reverberating with a mix of anger, desperation, guilt, and fear.

As he shouted, tears streamed down his cheeks, his emotions raw and unbridled. The weight of the unknown bore down upon him, threatening to crush him under its unbearable burden. Yet through the turmoil, the name Rahul rang true, a lifeline in the tumultuous sea of his forgotten memories.

In the waking world, Parv stirred from her own restless sleep, her instincts alert to the boy's distress. She rushed to his room, her heart pounding with concern as she found him thrashing in bed, caught in the grip of his tumultuous dream.

"Rahul!" he shouted again, his voice hoarse with anguish.

Parv crossed the room in hurried strides, her hands gentle yet firm as she reached out to him. "It's okay," she murmured soothingly, her voice a calming presence amidst the storm raging within him. "I'm here. You're safe."

She gathered him into her arms, holding him close as his cries subsided into ragged sobs. His body trembled against hers, the aftershocks of his nightmare still rippling through his tense muscles. Gradually, his breathing steadied, the tumult in his mind quieting under the reassurance of Parv's embrace.

"I... I'm sorry," Rahul choked out between gasping breaths, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't... I don't know why I said that name."

Parv smoothed his hair soothingly, her touch a balm to his troubled spirit. "It's okay," she whispered, her voice a gentle murmur against his ear. "Sometimes, our dreams reveal things we can't understand."

Rahul pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers for understanding. "But who was that man?" he asked, his voice trembling with lingering fear.

Parv hesitated, her gaze soft yet troubled. "I don't know," she admitted quietly. "But whatever he represents, whatever fear he brings, you faced him tonight. And you found strength in yourself."

Rahul nodded slowly, digesting her words. "Rahul..." he murmured, testing the name on his lips as if seeking validation.

"It's a start," Parv encouraged gently. "Maybe... maybe it's your name."

He nodded again, a sense of resolve settling over him despite the lingering uncertainty. "Maybe," he echoed softly.

They sat together in silence for a while longer, the only sounds the faint rustling of leaves outside and the steady rhythm of their breathing. Gradually, the tension eased from Rahul's body, replaced by a weary calm born of emotional release.

"Thank you, Parv," Rahul finally said, his voice earnest with gratitude.

She smiled warmly, her eyes reflecting the depth of their shared journey. "You're welcome," she replied softly. "Anytime you need me, I'll be here."

In the days that followed, Rahul clung to the name like a lifeline, repeating it to himself in quiet moments of reflection. It became his anchor amidst the turbulent sea of his forgotten past, a constant reminder of the person he was and the person he hoped to rediscover.

With Parv's patient guidance, Rahul ventured into the city more frequently, exploring its streets and alleys with newfound curiosity. Each outing brought 

new discoveries—a hidden café with the best pastries in town, a quiet garden where cherry blossoms danced in the breeze, and a library filled with books that whispered secrets of distant lands.

Parv continued to weave tales of the city's history and culture, her stories a tapestry of vibrant characters and colorful anecdotes. Rahul absorbed her words eagerly, piecing together fragments of his own identity through the lens of her knowledge and wisdom.

One evening, as they walked along the riverbank at sunset, Rahul turned to Parv with a hesitant smile. "Thank you for everything," he said sincerely, his 

gaze sincere as he met hers.

Parv returned his smile, her eyes twinkling with warmth. "You're welcome, Rahul," she replied softly. "You've come a long way."

He nodded thoughtfully, a sense of peace settling over him as the setting sun painted the sky in shades of gold and crimson. The river flowed gently beside them, its waters reflecting the fleeting beauty of the moment.

As they walked back to Parv's house, Rahul felt a glimmer of hope stir within him—a belief that one day, he would uncover the truths buried deep within his lost memories. Until then, he would embrace each day as it came, guided by the light of Parv's kindness and the strength he found in the name Rahul.

To be continued...