Chapter 3: A wild swan
But some pieces were missing. "What are those gaps?" he muttered, staring at the cracked earth. Why would parts of Lucien own life be erased?
"What are those missing memory's?" He questioned looking at the dry land.
Why would his memory be gone?
He thought for a minute but didn't find any satisfying answer. Glancing at the system panel with the mission countdown, he cursed.
"If I don't find a woman soon, I will surely die."
But why wouldn't the system give him the memory of that certain time? This question still lingered in his head.
"That's a question for future me," Lucien thought.
But why was he feeling weak, and why did his throat feel like a desert that hadn't touched a drop of water in a thousand years? As the numbness of his body started to fade, the dryness of the throat of the previous Lucien and hunger started to come to the surface.
Right now, Edward—no, Lucien—felt like he was gonna die, he was starving.
"Is this how people of this land felt like?" Lucien clenched his stomach, forcing himself to sit up. The courtyard's dry wind slapped his face, and dust clung to his sweat-drenched skin.
That was a terrifying thought... at least for someone like him, who came from the 21st century.