Chapter 9 - 8 : Convergence – Part 2
«Riesenhart.»
The name slipped smoothly through my mind, like a knife, cutting through the fog to make way for a flood of strange sensations: a long corridor, tall windows, the scent of freshly polished wax.
But... were they my memories? I couldn’t be sure.
My breathing quickened again, tightening my chest. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to calm these feelings that threatened to overwhelm me.
—Are you all right? —Alice asked, leaning in with concern. Her hands, small and fragile, rested on my shoulders. On her face was a look so pure it disarmed me at once.
— I don’t know... —I murmured honestly, trying to process everything.
"Who... am I?"
The silence that followed was heavy, unbearable. Broken only by the irregular beating of my temples. My memories were in tatters, fragmented, so disordered that I was unable to distinguish where mine ended and those of this body began.
Alice... this person brought me a strange warmth, so reassuring that I didn’t know if it came from me or from the echoes swirling inside me. Was it the hero Daven... or just Daven, the sixteen-year-old boy?
Maybe... she could tell me.