forum The legend of Itoria. (Always open, no matter what)

Started December 04, 2018 by @Your-Humerus

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She walked by a stall selling coats she kept walking down the narrow street looking for somewhere to by food

Theron finished his training and exited the building to the busy market outside. Sheathing his daggers and pulling his dark hood over his head, he ventured out in search of a food stand. Glaring at anyone who gave him so much as a look.

Quess turned slowly in a circle. For the fifth time she wished she could get out of the city. Didn't matter. She was staying. She was too nervous to eat and most of the stands were closed, so she was looking for a place to wait.

Myrna turned around to look at her caretaker. "When are we going home?" Where is home? Where am I anyways?

She walked up to stand selling fruit and bought an apple and gave the stall owner two silver pieces

She took a large bite of the apple and looked over at the person in the hood

Theron came up to a stand selling apples, a girl in front with her new purchase "are they any good?" He asked, averting her gaze

“Great. what’s your name?”

"Theron, yours?" He asked, paying the hefty price of two silver pieces for the apple

Myrna's knees buckled under her and she fell to the ground.

“Equis.nice to meet you”

"Same to you," He said, munching on the apple. He glanced around as he heard gasps from a group off to the side of the road, surrounding a girl who had fallen to her knees (assuming she's in the general area as Theron And Equis)

She came over as well “are you okay?”

(Okay)
She walked into the store to the injured girl she offered her hand to the girl “are you okay.”

When Myrna opens her eyes, she is face- to- face with a stern old woman, her mousy brown hair in a bun. Myrna feels a sharp tug on her arm and winces. "Ow."
The woman tugs again and says in a sharp voice. "Get up, now. Don't draw attention to yourself, you stupid girl."
"What?"
"Get up!" The woman looks around to see if anyone heard her, locking eyes with a woman with lines running over her body. She had a hood and a dress artistically tattered at the edges. The woman shot her a look that could kill an ogre. Go away! it said. She lowered her head back to Myrna and sharply whispered "Now!"
Myrna groaned and sat up, rubbing her eyes. She glared at the old woman. "Who are you to tell me what to do?"
"Lower your voice child!"
"Okay, mom." Myrna tilted her head, confused. "Are you my mom? Who are you? Who am I?" She looked around. A countertop, shelves, a door with a little bell that rang every time someone entered, a crowd that had started to gather, and finally, in front of them, a weird girl with dark hair and what barely passed as clothing. It was torn all over the place. "Where am I?"
The woman sighed and shook her head.

“Are you okay” she repeated with a look of increased concern

Theron came into the store and stood by the door as the girl on the floor started talking nonsense. He saw Equis try to help the girl

She looked over to the woman “what did you do to her”

Myrna turned her head back to the girl. "Oh, I- Ow!" The woman grabbed her arm again and started dragging her out of the room through a glass door. "I'm fine!" Myrna called out over her shoulder. "I think." She didn't know who this woman was, but she felt that there would be consequinces if she didn't obey.

She stepped in the way of the door “answer me what did you do to her”

Theron narrowed his eyes at the woman and reached for his weapons

The woman narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth, probably to say something rude, but was cut off by a man in a suit covered by a long robe. He stalked toward Myrna, the same sternness in his eyes that the old woman had. He grabbed her wrist, just before Myrna slapped him in the face, which immediately caused him to let go of her. Myrna turned to run, but she was curious as to what was going on. "Who are you?"
The man's gaze softened. "Myrna, I'm your father."
Myrna tilted her head. They had the same colored hair, similarly shaped hands. "I- I don't even know you." She managed to stammer out, confused. She had never met this man in her entire life. Of course, she only remembered her life starting ten minutes ago.
The man furrowed his brows in frustration, then opened his mouth like he was going to say something, then closed his mouth, deciding against it. He finally decided on, "Since you were born, every seven to twelve hours you completely lose your memory. It's like we have a million different daughters every time you restart."
Myrna didn't doubt that the small crowd that had formed around them had overheard everything.

“Why should we trust that answer you could be lying and you just erased her memory”

The man- well, father, I guess- pulled out a stack of papers from his suit pocket and shoved them into the girl's hands. Desperate, you lunged for them. "What are these?"
"Medical records."
And they were. Pages upon pages of essays, papers, x-rays, failed treatments. Myrna felt like it would never end. To lighten the mood, she asked, "You do this often?"
Father shrugged. "Every seven to twelve hours." He smirked. "One time you were British."
Myrna looked back down at the papers. "I'm twenty-two."
He nodded.
"You've been putting up with me for twenty-two years? Wow."
"Well," He nodded to the stern woman. "That's what she is for."
The woman gave a thin smile.