Chapter 20 - The ... (2/2)

He reached out to touch me again, his cold, slender fingers lightly brushing against my forehead.

”Do you remember me?”

”No.”

”Progress.”

He reached out again, this time his fingers pressed firmly against my forehead, staying in contact.

I felt a sort of numbness rush through my head, sweeping away the fogginess, and as my sense of self strengthened, so too did the questions I had about myself. Who was the man? Why was he helping me?

”Thank you.” I finally decided to say. It was safe, and while I did not know much about the situation I found myself in, but I knew that he was trying to help.

”Do you remember why you are here?” The man, Thanatos, I dimly recalled, asked. His voice was rich, deep, and smooth.

”No.”

”Hm. Let's test the persistence of this amnesia.” He removed his finger from my brow.

The fogginess returned with a vengeance, and with it, my vision blurred, and I began to scream, clutching my head as pain shot through my temples, like icy needles were being stabbed directly into them.

With prenatural speed, he grabbed for my hand with his own, nearly crushing it in the process. The pain stopped, and I calmed down, still breathing heavily.

”This is a problem. Maybe the waters of the Lethe could help.”

I shrugged.