Well.
Having to reintroduce a friend to somebody who doesn't remember them is... Interesting.
'Don't take it personally, it's just...'
'I understand, don't worry about it. He has been unconscious since the Orespawns attacked, after all.' Preston sighed, his amber eyes darting around the village nervously. He felt so out-of-place, like an demon in a church, but none of the humans gave him any attention.
He was fine with that.
'I still can't get over the fact that you've been here since we got back, and nobody told us,' Kenny muttered, his voice finally beginning to return to normal after it's long silence, 'But hey, it's good to have you here. Life's been rather dull since the fight.'
'At least you weren't stuck in the same room for all these years!' The former hybrid joked, seeming to relax around his old friends as the walked through the village. After conferring with Harry, who'd said that it was best for the three to get some air, Preston and Kenny (Along with Mitch, who was currently staring at something in the forest) were making their way to the village's parkour arena.'Uh... Kenny, what actually is a parkour?' The Texan asked a few moments later, causing for the blond to almost choke in surprise whilst Mitch was still staring 'You-You guys never played parkour? What about UHC?'
'I've almost literally been living under a rock all my life, Kenny. The first time I ever heard somebody mention it was about an hour... Woah' He began to point out, before his eyes fell upon one of the strangest things he'd ever seen. Various multi-coloured platforms were moving through the air as if by magic, causing people to jump then fall into a pit of water that expanded underneath the entire course. Nearing the very top of the parkour, a few jumps away from the black-and-white checkered finish line, was a young man dressed in a black jacket and an orange tie.
Preston held his breath as the black platform moved beneath the guy, who wore a confident smirk behind his sunglasses - He'd memorized all of the set's patterns, he had this. 'I see you've got your eye on the Village's top parkourist, mate. That's Bodil, completely and utterly undefeated on this course, yet he can never reach the finish.' As if to prove that point, there was a loud shout before the teenager hit the water. Stifling a laugh, Kenny dragged his two friends over to the benches where you could watch people fail at the course 'Hey Bodil, long time no see.'
'Kenny! Gods, I haven't seen you in years bro. How've you been?' The Bulgarian spluttered from the large pool, not bothering to drag himself up the ladder and instead coming to rest at the edge, 'And I see you've brought a friend, mind introducing me?''Oh, right. Preston, this is Martin Petrov, and like I said he's the village's best parkour artist. Martin, this is Preston. He's... From another village, and just moved here.' Kenny stumbled over a few words, but the dark-haired male didn't seem to notice as he nodded quickly. 'I'm guessing you guys are here to test out the latest pattern, eh? Well, come on!' And with that, Bodil dashed up the ladder and sprinted to the starting line.
Rolling his eyes, the blond sent a glance over to his Canadian friend and, seeing that he was still staring into space, tugged Preston in Bodil's direction 'It's really easy, once you get the hang of it. You've just got to make sure you land in the water if you fall.''Kenny, I don't know if-' The young brunet was cut off by a contagious, dolphin-like laugh as the barrier rose, allowing the new contestants to run the course. Kenny ran straight ahead, as did Martin and a few others, but the Texan jogged at a slower pace - No use wasting energy for jumping, right?
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'Hurry up, slowcoach!' Preston yelled as he ran past Kenny, giving him a light shove as he jumped to the twentieth platform. Letting out a stream of curses, the blond staggered back and fell off the edge, causing his old friend to laugh as he continued jumping through the sky. Bodil was only a few metres infront of him, and any other parkourists were far behind - It was only him, and the "Parkour Master" as people called the older male.
'Well Rookie, you're doing pretty well - How long have you been doing this for?'
'I've never played this in my life!' The Texan called happily, ducking as a violet platform sailed over his head before lunging for the bright red square by his right. Bodil faltered in surprise, allowing for Preston to gain some ground before he looked up. There, five jumps infront of him, was the golden tower - The penultimate jump of the entire course. Determination and adrenaline were pumping through the teenager's veins, causing him to lush away any other thought apart from one - Beating the Master.

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Memory Glitch (Book 2 in the "Glitched" Series)
FanfictionThe humans have gone back to their normal, daily lives... Well, sort of. It's not exactly normal when one of their best strategists can't remember anything. Nor is it when one's become a selective mute, and the other's slowly losing the will to... T...