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He sluggishly opened his eyes, blinking several times as he tried to sense of the unfamiliar place around him.
Wemmbu’s mind felt strangely blank.
The first thing he remembered was a name.
Flame.
But other than that- and of course his own name- there was nothing.
He looked around. Wemmbu was alone somewhere in a forest. Tall tees surrounded him, their leaves swaying slightly in the wind. His head pounded.
Then suddenly, a figure flashed through his mind.
They had huge white wings and ocean-blue eyes. The figure floated effortlessly in the air, glowing faintly.
And if Wemmbu could describe the figure in a simple, single word.
An Angel.
The angel slowly oped their wings and a voice echoed through his mind.
"Your memories are the thread tying you to this world"
Then the vision vanished.
Wemmbu squeezed his eyes shut. He had to be dreaming. But when he opened them again he was greeted to the same sight of - well like before- the forest.
Great.
"What did I do to deserve this?", he muttered.
His tail twitching slightly in annoyance as he pushed himself up from the ground. Dusting himself off he turned around and noticed a narrow path he hadn’t seen before.
And there stood a small wooden sign.
Merchant City.
If he wanted to find this so-called Flame, a city seemed like a great place to start. Information was vital after all.
Right now he had no clue where he was and what the hell was even going on.
His wings twitched, eager to be used.
But with his head still spinning slightly, the demon hybrid decided it would be wiser not to risk falling out of the sky.
Slowly and carefully he started walking down the path, his tail grazing the gravely surface before he lifted it slightly.
The path was a short, but surprisingly pretty, winding towards the city.
He looked in awe at the huge stone wall looming ahead. In its center was a wooden gate. It was down for now, but the people on top of it looked ready to raise it at any moment.
As he approached, they opened the giant gate and Wemmbu passed through without hesitation.
The moment he was inside however people started staring at him as if he were some kind of alien.
He sifted awkwardly, feeling the stares prickling his back. Soon, hushed whispering floated through the air. Straining his ears he caught a few fragmented words.
…alive? Should… dead?!
A pang of worry hit him. "Do these people know me? And why are they acting so strange?", Wemmbu whispered anxiously to himself.
He had to get away.
Without much thought, he spread his wings- black feathers glistening beautifully in the sunlight- flapped them once, twice and soon he was airborne.
Faint gasps followed him, but they soon faded into the distance.
The flying felt familiar- awfully familiar.
It brought a sense of freedom and something more.
— Flashback—
The wind whipped around him and he welcomed it. He soared effortlessly through the skies, feeling security and free.
He was currently heading towards Flame’s base, tasked to bring him some golden apples. And who was Wemmbu to refuse such an opportunity- to not just annoy Flame but maybe sneak a few potions?
"But I’m low on pots!", he thought, preparing his excuse if Flame discovered him.
—End of Flashback—
Wemmbu's head spun.
“Amazing… at some point I’ll get used to this!", he huffed, beginning descending.
Again flying like this was practically just a death wish. And he needed to sort his thoughts anyway!
"Okay…so I and Flame are friends? Maybe.. I mean why else would I be so comfortable around him?"
His tail twitched- this time in delight.
"Maybe I can find Flame now… past me flew through the Badlands. They’re rare if I remember correctly and they were… which way are they?"
A creeping sense of dread settled over him.
Now he is lowkey cooked.