People often say that a person's entire identity only extends as far as their memories reach into the past. In other words, I have no identity, as my memory bank is as fresh as a blank slate. I felt lost, like a river running into an unknown sea.

I jolted up with a gasp but only to slowly lie back down again, groaning and gripping my head as a splitting headache overcame me. Though my eyes were screwed closed, I could still see the light of the sun beeping through my eyelids. After a while, I gently sat back up with my head pounding like a blacksmith's hammer.

Though I wanted to lie there forever with the breeze cooling my skin, I scrambled to my feet with one hand on my temple to ease my throbbing head. I opened my eyes, only to scramble backwards in shock, nearly tripping over my feet in the process. In front of me was a massive wheat field swaying in the breeze, and I was lying in a patch of grass amidst the unimaginable amount of wheat. Slowly, I stood up and scanned the surroundings below me with widened eyes.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something unexplainable. Slowly looking up, I saw a wide expanse of purple sky, almost like in a dream. The sun was shining bright in the middle of it, making the sky lighten to a light pink.

Panicking, I rapidly scoured my brain to find any memories that could help me escape or find my bearings, but I felt my head swiftly drain my brain from all my memories of my life. I frantically tried to cling to the remaining memories, but they continued rapidly vanishing like an echo or a dream. I sensed my remaining memories begin to fade away, like a pale English flower in the shadow of the dark forest.

I tried to remember anything before I arrived here. My friends? My family? I scoured my mind, but nothing was discovered.

I remember the smell of the crisp morning air. I remember the beach's calm with the calming waves in the background. I remember the blue sky with clouds moving with the wind. I remember the bustling streets of the city. I remember the delicious food filling my mouth until I couldn't physically stuff myself anymore. I remember warm smiles and laughter, the tasty smell of restaurants, the constant chatter, and the clatter of arguing families and forks being dropped.

I remember faces but no names. I remember places but no memories connected to them.

These memories finally drifted away from my turbulent mind, like a leaf floating down a river. I couldn't reach out and grab it anymore. They were gone.

As if I could physically touch them, I reached out with my pale, trembling hands into the air above me, only to feel nothing. I was alone.

As suddenly as it happened, my questions and fear vanished like the last spark of a burnt piece of paper. It was as if a bucket of cold water splashed over my head, washing out my terror and renewing it with new-found courage.

I scrambled to my feet and dusted off the wheat grains off my clothes. I was wearing green denim cargo pants that were easy to manoeuvre, a tight black crop top speckled with grains, black hiking boots, and an empty old leather utility belt. My pitch-black hair fell loosely around my hips, so I pushed it out of my sweaty face. When I looked backwards, I saw that my pin-straight black hair almost reached my mid-thighs. Taking a deep breath, I ventured forward towards a tree swaying in a gentle, warm breeze in front of me, stepping on wheat in the process. I was left alone with my thoughts and the crunch, crunch of the wheat getting crushed under my heavy hiking boots.

Eventually, I reached the spring green tree, and I plopped down, leaning against the stable and thick trunk. I closed my eyes and sighed, heavily regretting what life decisions led to this point. As I was contemplating the meaning of life, I heard sticks crunching towards me and a heavy thump.

Too mentally and physically tired to open my eyes, I just sat there, my long black hair, that's not trapped between my back and the tree trunk, flowing in the warm spring breeze. "Just a little more time," I mutter as I savoured this moment, as it would probably be the last moment of peace in a very long time. Creaking open my eyes, I squinted at a blond figure sitting down beside me. His shoulders were about a finger length distance from mine, and I had to resist the urge to lay my head on his shoulder. For some reason, I felt comfortable with him. Warm.

"You can stay here all you want, no rush," His voice sounded like the sun on a cold, frigid day. Opening my eyes completely, I stared at his face. His sea-green eyes stared ahead at a distant structure in the distance, his blond curls swaying against his tanned face, and his freckles dotted across his cheeks. He was sitting with one leg relaxed out in front of him and the other bent, but his arm resting on his knee.

Perhaps feeling my gaze, he looked over his shoulder at me and smiled at me, and at that point, I knew with my entire soul that I could trust this boy with my life. He offered his hand, and I took it while smiling gratefully. We stood up and started making our way towards the structure in the distance, his hand in mine. No words were exchanged by the both of us as there was no need to.As if a person started controlling me, I started skipping playfully through the swaying field, his hand swinging with mine as I twirled and laughed. The boy chuckled as I goofed around, and eventually, he started skipping and dancing alongside me. We giggled and played around like the children we were until we fell into a pile of wheat.

My chest was heaving from laughing so much, and so was his. I felt sharp blades of wheat pricking my skin through the crop top as I lay on the yellow wheat, and I closed my eyes, trying to regain my breath.

"The name's Caesar, but you can call me Cece. You are... interesting, to say the least," the boy said, huffing for air while smiling at me. For a second, I could have sworn there was a flicker of doubt and fear in his eyes, but I shook it off. Grinning, I sat up and gestured for Cece to follow my lead. I stuck out my hand pompously and said, "Nice to meet you, Cece. My name's Eleanor, but you can call me Nori. And yes, I also find you quite interesting indeed." He laughed and took my hand, shaking it vigorously, but his eyes kept staring into my soul as if he were trying to figure out something. However, just a moment later, he shook his head slightly as if to shoo away a thought.

"Now, shall we continue with our mission, or should we just stay here forever?" He asked, raising a joking eyebrow at me, who was sitting there with my legs spread and arms on either side of me with a strand of hair tickling my eyebrow. I gasped overdramatically while placing a hand on my chest, standing up and running away like a cartoon character towards the structure in the distance. Cece scoffed, then started chasing after me, also running like a cartoon character.Shrieking with excitement, I started sprinting as fast as I could, hearing the loud crunches of Cece sprinting after me. After what seemed like no time at all, I stopped in front of a dilapidated building that looked like it had either been built by children or it had not been touched for years with my hands on my knees, my lungs desperately making up for the lack of oxygen from the sudden exercise.

Suddenly, hands grabbed my shoulder, and I squealed while flapping my hands in front of me with my eyes closed, only to hear Cece cackling in front of me. Annoyed, I whacked him on the head and pointed at the building.

"What is that? Is there anyone else here?" I asked him, still pointing at the building. "Indeed, there is Nori, but you don't need to worry about them. They're a harmless bunch, most of them at least," he joked around, trying to ease my nerves but failing miserably. As if on cue, a trio of boys, all about 13 or 14 years old, appeared from behind the rusty building.

In the middle was a skinny boy, average height, with a mop of messy brown hair and sun-kissed skin, holding a fucking spear. His dark brown eyes scanned my body for any immediate threats, obviously finding none. His yellow long-sleeve was rolled up to his elbows, and his loose jeans were tucked into his black boots. Though he seemed intimidating, he seemed to have a laid-back sort of vibe, putting me at ease slightly.

On his left was a tall, lean boy with striking icy blue eyes, raising his hands as if he were to shoo me away like a bug. But something in his expression told me he wasn't to be messed around with, as I felt he possessed a type of terrifying presence. His grey tank top flopped in the wind, which I realised had turned cold, sending a chill down my spine.

The other boy had messy brown hair and dark sun-kissed skin. As I squinted to make sense of what I was seeing, my eyes widened. He had heterochromia, one eye a beautiful hazel and the other such a saturated blue that it looked fake. His clear glasses rested on the end of his nose, looking like it was about to fall off. In his hands was a trident bigger than him, and he was probably 160cm as well, not short. He seemed mostly harmless compared to the others, but there was something enigmatic and dangerous in his vibe, something telling me not to underestimate him.

Looking at the three of them holding weapons together, I almost felt like laughing, as if this was a dream. This is ridiculous, I think, almost hysterical. This is absolutely ridiculous.Before I could open my mouth to say anything, the boy in the middle raised a finger to silence me, then said slowly in a low tone, "Before you open your mouth, you better recognise that you're the one in danger here." On his cue, three massive dragons walked out from behind the building. I felt my mouth drop open.

Each step of their feet, each one like an ancient tree trunk that held enough power to disintegrate a boulder, sent tremors into the ground. Their wingspan blocked out the sun, and suddenly, I felt very small.

They towered over me and Cece, each one bigger than the last. I felt my stomach churn as they stood behind each of the three boys still standing menacingly in front of me. The one behind the boy in the middle has the biggest one out of them all, a blue dragon with fiery orange eyes, the one to his left was gold dragon with terrifying black eyes, and the last one was a forest-green dragon with red eyes filled to the brim with pure malice.

The boys in front of me crouched into an offensive position, and the one in the middle sneered at me. Absolutely refusing to show an ounce of fear, I lifted my chin proudly and stared into each of the dragons eyes. To my surprise, they blinked at me as in respect or anger, I couldn't tell, but I felt the churning fear in my stomach dissipate slightly.

Taking a deep breath, I strode towards the boys until I was nose to nose with the one in the middle. I could hear Cece's gasp of fear, but I completely ignored him. "Let us through. Now." I stated, quiet but strong, trying to keep the tremor off my voice. The boys glanced at each other and then their dragons, and their eyes glazed over as if they were talking to someone in their minds. Finally after what seemed like forever, the boy on the right sighed and said, "Let them through boys, we can't argue with them. We can deal with them later in more, let's say, natural ways. " I tilted my head in confusion, who was 'them' and what did they mean by 'natural ways'?

Nevertheless, I gestured for Cece to come over without breaking eye contact, and swaggered through the gap that they had made for us. Looking over my shoulder, I saw the three boys and their dragons staring at me with a range of emotions from fear, confusion, to anger. I caught myself thinking, what did I get myself into?