Hawk’s Log: 003

Likka walked over and stood by her husband. Next to him, she looked even smaller than before. She smiled and gave me a little bow. My mind felt so heavy, and this place seemed so foreign.

“I am happy to see you awake,” she said softly. “Do not worry. You will regain your strength. This is my husband, Pake’lika. He is a very wise and powerful man. He doesn’t trust you yet, but together we will help you.”

Weary and confused, I tried to sit up again. This time, my rescuers were there to help. She was much more willing than he was, but he helped anyway. Apparently they had been looking after me for months now. They had saved my life and for that I would always be grateful. I fought hard to hold back burning tears as I tried to remember what had happened to me.

How did I end up in the jungle? How can I remember nothing?

The sweet faced, kind-hearted Likka had spoken the only voice I’d heard so far.

It was comforting and felt motherly.The next voice I heard wasn’t nearly so kind.
“Now that you’re awake, I can ask you a question or two. Who are you? Where did you come from?”
I’ve got to open my mouth! Now I know that he would not have stopped until I said something.
I dug deep down inside and mustered the strength to say just three little words:
“I don’t know…”
He frowned, “What do you mean you don’t know?”
“I can’t remember anything,” the words started to flow a bit easier.

Pake’lika continued to question me anyway. “You were dressed in military fatigue, but there were no markings, tags or anything to tell us who you were or where you’d come from. But now that I hear you talk, I know you’re from New Sienna.”

I just stared at him, trying to think of something else to say. But I could think of nothing. This upset him further. He turned towards his wife and moved her away from me. I could hear him whisper, in a different language that I somehow understood.
“How can we trust this man? He claims that he doesn’t even know who he is?!”
“He just came out of a coma Pake’lika! Please just give him some time. Who knows what happened in that explosion? Besides, you have seen the mark on his hand! You know what that means,” she persisted.
I looked down at my hands, there on the back of my left hand was a mark. But I had no idea what any of this could mean. My head began to throb.
“How can we know for certain? We’ve been betrayed before,and by our own kin. How am I supposed to trust this New Sienna soldier who was probably up to no good?” he asked with frustration in his voice.
“Right now, we can only have faith and trust that we are on the right path. Please, my dear. Can you trust with me?” She asked as she reached out for his hand. He let out a huge sigh before taking her hand in his.

They walked over to me as I tried to lay my head back down. It was hard to think, hard to speak, and getting harder to keep my eyes open by the second. As my eyes closed, I could hear Likka’s voice.

“Do not trouble your mind. Do not stress about the memories you cannot retrieve. Some trials are a blessing in disguise. It will not be easy, but the truth of your past will be revealed in time.”

To be continued…