I feel a little better, but I still have a fever. It's not as high now thanks to Master Aaravos. I walk down the halls with King Ezra. All I can think of is that everything looks brownish. The colors here were dull. There were guards everywhere. I guess this is a castle so there are guards. Everything is so unfamiliar.

 I don't remember any of this. I grip my fists. It's so stressful not remember anything. Who am I? Who was my father? Who was my mother? How'd I get from the ocean to the beach? What happened before I was thrown into the darkness of the ocean? I feel my mind is blank and empty like an ocean, and I hate it. I hate not being able to remember. I hate it. 

"How are you feeling?" Ezra asks me.

"Better-ish." I cough. 

"I want to show you something." He opens the door to a painting. 

I look at it. It's a family. I look at it. I see a man with dark skin and a girl with skin white as snow. She kind of looks like that girl called Amaya or woman. I put my fingers over it. I don't know these people. I see a little boy. I draw my hand back. The boy looks like me...? Are these my parents? I don't remember. It looks so unfamiliar. They look so unfamiliar.

"That's you." He points.

"But... how can I be sure? I don't remember." I look at him.

"Do you feel like you do?" He asks.

I look back at him and I shake my head. King Ezra lets out a breath.

"I'm sorry, but nothing is feeling right." I grip my head.

I'm so stressed. I'm so angry at myself. I feel stupid. I feel like an idiot. I grip my fists hard. Really hard blood drips. King Ezra takes my hand.

"Hey, don't worry you'll find out." He smiles.