Chapter 1 ~ Names Lost and Found
They say that memories are what make us who we are. Personal, private, intimate, small fragments of the life that we have lived, precious gems to remind us of times when we were happy, or weights which burden and callous or souls. Without our memories we are nothing, a living shell that is empty, with no past or origin, existing simply to exist.
That is what I am.
I have no recollection of my past, there are no faces in my mind’s eye of any being I recognise as mother or father, no friends, no happy memories or moments that have shaped and moulded the entity that I am. Each night I sleep as though it is my last, the day I have lived feeling long and ageing, but filled with the short brief memories I have collected. I try to hold on to those fragments of time captured in my consciousness, to engrave the faces and names I have seen upon the blank slate that is my memory, knowing deep down that it is all in vain.
When I wake I will be someone else, reborn with the dawn with nothing but the understanding of who I am.
I am their Queen.
I am their living God.