Amber Knight has a minion!

Forgiveness the Lord Elsan

When does a person give up on a friendship? If a man has become so corrupted by his hedonistic lifestyle that he no longer places value on a relationship, how far does one go to try and save them from themselves? It is always hard to see a friend fall into a ruin of their own making, but if to be around them is poison, how long does one remain at their side? Is it wrong to let them go?

And what if you love them more than yourself?

To most, Amber seemed like nothing special. She wasn't particularly pretty or exceptionally smart. She went about her life quietly and attracted little attention. But in the life of a single man, she made all the difference in the world.

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The world was spinning.

Amber opened her eyes to a cheerful cerulean sky, fleecy clouds scudding across its smooth expanse. The surf roared quietly to her right, the breeze whistling in from the water, and somewhere she could hear seagulls squawking. She was lying on her back, and could feel sand in her hair, her clothes, her mouth. When she licked her lips, she tasted salt, and could smell it too, mixed in with the damp air of the breeze brushing across her skin. Together, the unruffled sky above her and the steady sounds of the ocean created a soothing atmosphere, and she almost closed her eyes again, wanting to drift back into comfortable nothingness.

Then she realized she was already there. Her mind was wondrously blank; it had nothing to do except observe, because there were no other thoughts to think. No problems. No memories. No lingering opinions or feelings from previous events. She was just existing. There was no past, only the constant flowing of the present into the future.

When she struggled to a sitting position, the world spun violently around her. Her head felt heavy, like she had been lying in the same position for hours. To her right, the ocean rolled gently up onto a picturesque beach, docile waves lapping against the shore with foamy fingers. The sun was brushing the horizon, and she guessed it was morning by how cool and fresh the breeze felt, and because the sand underneath her hands was almost chilly to the touch. Looking to her left, she noticed a small, paved road about fifty yards away, and directly behind her, a cluster of palm trees were swaying gently in the coastal breeze. Both the beach and the road were deserted.

She could remember nothing about her life, who she knew, or where she was. Her mind seemed to be functioning beside her lack of memories, however; she could remember her name, and how to count to ten, and what an ocean was. There were simply no memories to accompany them.

Feeling dazed, she took closer look at her surroundings, hoping to find some sort of clue as to what had happened to her, but the scenery offered nothing. The world was muted and detached, just like her mind. No matter how hard she tried, she could recall nothing. Nothing but sand, sea, and sky.

Amber.

She looked around for the source of the voice before she realized that she hadn’t heard an audible sound. It had occurred in her head, a fiber of thought that was distinct, yet not her own. It was a specific sense that, even though it was not made of words itself, caused words to form in her mind. She recognized it as an old friend.

Do not be afraid. You’re here for a purpose.

Amber jumped as a seagull called out above her. Taking a deep breath, she tried to stand up, only to falter when she made it to her knees. The horizon tilted before righting itself.

“And what purpose is that, may I ask?” she said through gritted teeth, willing her head to stop spinning.

Guide him.

Some unknown prompting caused her to raise her eyes and look along the shore. A man was jogging along the tideline about two hundred yards away, and was moving in her direction.

Her first thought was that she was in no state to interact with someone at the moment, not when her brain was malfunctioning. Feeling as weak as a newborn, she floundered behind a palm tree, clumsier than a fish out of water. At least this way, no one could stare at her as she tried to figure out what to do, especially whoever was approaching. Whoever it was that was in her head would have to wait until she had her thoughts in order before she would even consider doing what it said, that was for sure.

As she propped herself against the trunk of the tree, she could hear the man’s footfalls, a wet slap of shoes on the sand. In a minute, he would be safely past. She gave a sigh of relief.

Right as he began to pass the trees, her flimsy balance gave out and her shoulder slipped from the trunk. Her face made a dull smack as it met the sand, and the footfalls abruptly stopped.

Well, she thought, this is awkward.


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Art and Credits

by Anna



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This is a character from my original story Freeflight.

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