The day I woke up in that inn, I realized that instinctually I had to figure out who I was, and in order to do that I had to try and live a normal life, hoping that it would all come rushing back through me like a massive flood preparing to intrude a cities' limits.  So I did the usual.  I killed prey, I ate, I meditated from time to time, and I slept in endless dreamless sleeps. 

 People tell me about dreams; they say that a lot of reality exists inside of them.  They tell me that some tell the future, and some show who a person is inside, when they aren't trying to put on a facade to other people.  Every time someone mentions "dreams" I get angry, because I feel if I only had one, I could know who I was.  The pressure of not understanding who I was started to drive me mad, to the point I ran into the Wilderness, creating havoc among all living creatures there.  After my tirade, I slept, and dreamed.

~~~I awoke in an orange grove, and the sweet aroma filled my nostrils, watering my mouth. I grabbed an orange, peeling it quickly and letting the succulent juices of the fruit tickle my palate.  Suddenly, I heard a rustling in the trees.  I turned around, but found no one.  I walked around the grove; hand on my blade, checking for signs of life.  None.  I was alone.  Right about then I was thinking how ironic that even in my dreams I had no one.  A gust of wind then swept through the trees as I began to continue eating my orange.  Even with my cloak on, I was chilled intensely.  The wind picked up even more, howling and whistling as I prayed it would end.  Louder and heavier the wind got, until all I could hear was the deafening screams of the drafts.  "Sooooooolinnnnnnarusssssss."  Was that the wind?  "Sollllinnnnarrusssssss" Yes, it had to be, but what is "Solinarus?" I've never heard that name before.  Then, the wind died, and I fell unconscious~~

I then woke in a different place I fell asleep in, a garden I've never been to before.  Feeling vulnerable for being so susceptible to waking up in strangle places, I decided to just sit and enjoy the garden for a few minutes, until I gained a little bearing on what I should do next. 

"Hello? Who is out here?" 

"Nobody," I responded. 

"I have never heard "Nobody" able to speak," the man chuckled. 

"Well, I guess I just feel like nobody.  My name, from what I gather, is Thurgadin." 

"Well, Thurgadin, it is a pleasure to meet you," he replied. "My name is Magura Solinarus."

Solinarus?  Could it be?

"Can I ask you something, Thurgadin?" said Magura. 

"Sure," I responded. 

"It's a strange question, as we have never met, but, err...Do you like oranges?"  I didn't know what to say.  Was Magura the wind in my dream?  How did he know? "Sorry, I knew it was foolish to ask, I just had a strange dream last night, and the name Thurgadin came to me, but I guess coincidences do happen from time to time and..." 

"In the orange grove?" I interrupted. 

"Yes! So I'm not crazy!" Magura responded.  "This is the garden in front of my clan hall.  Come inside, I think we have a lot to talk about."

And we did.  We talked for hours, and hours of friendship turned into days, and days to weeks, and so on.  Eventually, Magura, who invited me into his Clan, also welcomed me into the Solinarus family.  And so here I am today, no longer caring about my past, and ruminating on why I don't know who I am.  I now know who I am, and who I belong to. I am Thurgadin Solinarus, and wouldn't have it any other way.

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