Getting Home

It has been so long since I’ve seen my house. My memory of it is faded, but I focus and remember a spell memorized years before. The techniques I learned prior to Shadow have served me well, and the spell I had been holding in my head for so long is still strong and clear.

A glow rings my head, establishing a connection to the Blue Sun and revealing the thread I must follow. The path is long and dangerous, but that journey pales compared to the prospect of homelessness. It twists and winds its way around my head, eventually leading to the desired memory caged within the tendrils of a Memory Kraken.

I could pull it away, burn it into oblivion, that is within my power. Maybe the stick isn’t a good choice, though, perhaps the carrot would be more effective; I gather mundane memories I can offer to gain its trust.

I hold in my hand fragments of little importance: tying my shoes, brushing my teeth, anything routine or mundane. Pulling them apart and spreading them around the filthy tendrils causes them to loosen their grip, its hunger temporarily sated.

What memory should I offer in its place? Everything seems so precious, then it hits me: I can trick it into feeding on itself. Of all the thoughts in my head, the one I’m creating right now is singularly unique.

I coax the beast toward that morsel, and it reaches out eagerly. This is a crucial point, I must move on before its grip tightens and traps me as well. I see a large opening, realize there are mere seconds until it is enveloped, and I dive through…

I’m sorry, what were we talking about? I really don’t have time to chat, you see I’ve only just remembered where I live and I’d very much like to get home.