Chapter 3: The Rebirth
He awoke days later in a chocobo carriage. A haze settled over his mind and he couldn't remember his past. He struggled in vain to grasp the fading images of his old life, barely recovering brief glimpses of his past that faded in an instant. Finally, he gave up the hopeless struggle, he knew that fighting the fading of his memories was useless. He tried to rise from his bed, but was held down by a firm grip. He opened his blurry eyes and saw an old woman sitting next to him, tending to his almost fully healed leg.
"Easy now." said the woman, "You took quite a fall back there. You're lucky I found you in time or you might of lost that leg. It is strange, your leg is almost as good as new only a few days after the fall."
"Where am I?" he asked wearily. Then realizing the full extent of his fading memories. "Who am I?"
"Damn, I thought this might happen. You took a bad knock on the noggin back there. I think you have amnesia."
"Amnesia? What's that?"
"Technically, it's a loss of memories concerning one's past. I would call it a pain in the @$$ though. I might be able to fill in a little of what has happened to you. You are in my carriage. I found you at the bottom of a cliff at Fort Condor a few days ago. From the looks of your wounds, I would saw you were fighting in that battle at the Fort. You might of worked for Shinra."
"Shinra? That sounds familiar."
"Hmmm...it would be a shame for a nice looking boy like you to be fighting for the Shinra. It doesn't matter though, the Shinra lost the battle due to the help of Avalanche."
"Avalanche? There was an avalanche on the mountain?"
"No, no my young friend, Avalanche is a group of people. Shinra says they are terrorists, but I think they are a group of freedom fighters. Anyway, you might not of been with the Shinra. You might of been helping the fort. As for your name, I found your wallet. Your ID was inside, but it was burnt pretty badly. I could make out part of it though. It said Lark. I guess that is your first name."
"Lark....that's familiar too. I guess that is my name. Thanks for helping me."
"No problem Lark. I've treated all of your wounds to the best of my ability and I don't know anything else I can do for you. Is there any place I could drop you off at?"
"No, I don't know any place."
"Well, there's a town a couple of miles north of here. I think it's called Cavion. You can get back on your feet there. You might even settle down. Well, I have to leave you now Lark. Remember, the towns to the north."
Lark climbed off the carriage and waved farewell to the old lady. As the carriage rolled away, he thought to himself, "I never even learned her name." With that last thought, he turned north toward the city of Cavion and a new life.
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