MEMORIES EIRIK I need to piss was the first thought that registered when I woke up. It took me several seconds to pry my eyes open and stare into the darkness. Whether my eyes were closed or open, I saw nothing. The darkness was too deep and the cold so chilling my fingers and toes could have fallen off weeks ago and I wouldn’t have known. How many days had passed since the last torch went out? Days and nights tended to blend together when your psycho mother popped into your room whenever she liked and asked gleefully, “How’s it going, Son?” “What do you think?” I had retorted, but it had amused her. So I’d stopped, and she’d increased the frequency of her visits. She was totally bipolar. Not surprising with her dark and glowing runes. She could be chatty during one visit and completely cruel the next. She was determined to break me. I refused to give her the satisfaction. If this was pre-training, I hated to see what she’d throw my way once I left the room.
