You have awakened, you feel where you are is familiar but you have no memories its as if you have been here before, started here, realized at one point that this was where you were meant to be. The air is cold, the air is stale so stale you can taste your past but you can not seem to remember how you got here. You lift yourself up and look towards the light in front of you gasping at the two shadow figures barely grazed by the light from above, you start having flashbacks of these ghastly figures, their red eyes, you feel a flutter of air from above your head and with a quick glance, you see the Fairy of Sight. She whispers to you its time, you know this path, you have been here before get up and move forward if you stop you will never satisfy that sense of reality you have lost, that feeling you crave in every fiber of your being. You feel a rush of nostalgia, you stand up and run directly to the staircase. As your head emerges from the cellar you smell a scent, you know this smell, the fresh air you have felt before and thats when you remember, the first memory you have had since awakening from your slumber, you must head to the wise old woman, she must have something that can lead you on your path.