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SOLO III
Demon world
Part 001
You wake up. Candle light and a young lady crying.
She has a knife held
up next to her face. Her left hand is patting your chest. It
feels sticky
and damp.
Her left hand reaches up and takes some of her own hair.
Stretching it
out she cuts it with the knife. She takes the hair and places it on
your
chest, gently patting it down. You may be bleeding. The cut hair
is
matting into the wound.
The candle is on your right, she on your left. The roof
overhead is a
cut stone vault. You are laying on your back with no shirt on, bare
stone
underneath you. Skulls flicker in recessed niches along the walls.
You want to speak, lick your lips and they feel moist and alive.
''Who
are you?'' you ask. Your own voice sounds old and alien to you.
She sniffs and holds back a sob. This eminently sad face
turns to you.
Eighteen and streaked with tears, red puffy eyes like she has been crying
for hours. She says the strangest thing you have ever heard.
''That was the last potion uncle. You cant come back
from the dead
again.'' She slides the knife up the left sleeve of her ragged dress and
you
hear a click. With both hands she takes you by the shoulder and helps
you
to sit up.
You know you are a very old man. Almost a hundred years.
But your hands
look younger. Maybe forty, or thirty. You realize you dont know
your own
name. This is a tomb. At your feet is an empty glass bottle trimmed
in
gold wire. You look at the girl in the candle light.
''Who am I?'' you ask.