The Scrolls of Fractured Memories

CHAPTER TWO'

Serene.

That was the only way Kieran Ashford could describe her life as someone who was living in the Gul with no family, one friend that was always disappearing and then almost magically reappearing in her life. Or maybe there were a few more words that could potentially make up her living this life. Kieran was full of colorful adjectives for that.

Boring. Annoying. Painful. Dull. Fucking weird.

Insanity crawled at her head, it's like she was about to lose her damn mind. It had been like that for a decade, a decade of no answers, a dull throbbing headache that met with her growing annoyance for it. And a senseless sea of what felt like unending, eternal time.
Time.

Ah. Time. It's was a rather conflicting concept. Simple yet filed such curiosity, same for everyone but far different. Some call it luxury, some unfortunate and uncalled for. But wouldn't Time be a human concept? A concept that nobody has ever seen began and the end unknown, like a considerable jewellery, sunk to the bottom of the ocean. Alone.

Only here, the beginning documented and the end the same as Time. It may be something people could experience, the end of Time, or it will end everyone before culminating itself. Allowing no one to be satisfied with the pleasure of the knowledge everyone so ardently craves.

It was certainly a captivating subject to think about, philosophical yet systematic.
Kieran often enjoyed such splurging conversations but not with the maddening headache she possessed. She had tried everything.

Every herb or technique she could find, in books, in people. But with the rutting luck she had, this was probably an impossible feat. But she wasn't looking to give up. No. She may not remember herself or anything about the way she was before but she was not one to give up and she knew it.

You'd think someone would actually care that a decade of their life was gone, in blinks sure but it had it's never ending moments too. Where it felt like time had stopped and she felt alone. Ofcourse she'd feel alone, she was. But she didn't care that a decade had passed.

Kieran looked quite similar to when she saw herself first in that inn where she had woken up to remembering close to nothing but her name, a dress that she wore which bore pockets that held gold coins that would help her get by for a few months.

Kieran then remembered the look on her face as the memory resurfaced, her light tan brown skin a little muddy, the hazel eyes which focused to secure every aspect of her face and press it into memory. She looked onto her full lips, that felt like they'd been bitten into. But why? she wouldn't just bite her lip till she drew blood would she?

Ofcourse she wouldn't fucking know the answer to that, obviously she realised all her mind held was her name and a fucking headache. She remembered the last thing that was left with her.

A dagger gripped into the palm of her hand. A hefty looking sapphire gleaming from the back of the dagger, the pommel. The dagger was like no other. The ivory carried entangled intricate petite designs that held themselves so well they bettered the grip of the dagger, it's iron was something she made out would be very special, it was different somehow. Kieran wanted to know why. Why was it gripped onto so firmly in her hand. Someone had to give it to her. Someone she knew, from her past. That dagger was the link to her past, the connection which she still hoped would possess a way to bring the answers she desired oh so much. Well even that is lost to me now.

Being alone started feeling a lot like feeling alone. Kieran hated that, it was probably a thing of her past. She knew even though she did not possess the memories of her life before all this but she could sure analyze humane feelings. Whether she liked them or if they felt like dread to her. She thought maybe that way she could possibly find out the emotional parts of herself.

Her real self.

It all felt like a facade to her sometimes, this forgotten life. Memories were the epitome of creation for the living. It shaped the mind, the person. They created feelings, affection. But bearing none made her empty, she thought. This hole left agape where all she sensed was a void.

Kieran mentally scoffed. It's not like she was utterly alone all there years, but it sure felt like it. She had possessed many lovers throughout it. Although they never lasted long. Even with the time on her hands, Kieran kept herself rather a little too busy for people, and she was fine with it.

Friends was a term that swarmed her head with the whispers of incoherent things. She could not make out any of them but she perceived it was something related to her past. Ofourse it was. Kieran started wondering about what kind of a person she was, she didn't know if she would like to meet the Kieran with her memories. Or if she would ever actually be ready for her past.

Well how dark could it possibly be? She was strong and she could handle feelings, Kieran knew this. She mentally let these thoughts drift for a while.

Reminiscing how she had spent the following weeks at the inn after her waking up and trying out for jobs that could get a hold of. She found herself to be astute enough to catch a job that entailed her as an academic in philosophy in a fortnight or so.

Starting with leaving the inn she had sought a plan to build a solid place here as she would try to conquer her memories.

Kieran made acquaintances. Yes, this was a term definitely better than 'friends'. Kept people at bay and she guessed that was something that would be good for her.

So here she was, living a life that felt like an eternal completion of the same day strung like a pendulum to always come back and go forward as it's supposed to. But little did she know that the pendulum could be stopped, she'd just need a someone.

And it was going to happen, the life that she was living would soon change.

~~~~~~

okay so this is kinda like a small chapter with just a little inner monologue and introduction to Kieran.

I wanted to do this before we really get into the story so all the characters and the readers are caught up with everyone

Thoughts??

Word count: 1067

Also, I'm trying to update as fast as I can and I think I can go with- a chapter, a week thing so see ya (hopefully)

Thank you for reading
Have a great day loves<3

-kirti