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Chapter 1
Falling on a horse is the easy part.
Sidney
When I woke up, I had had no fucking idea who I was. That wasn't normal was it? I mean, my name was Sidney. So I remembered something about myself.
But who was I? A blacksmith? A beast tamer? Or a normal guy who lived in a village?
Apparently none of those; because when I sat up, there was a tail swiping to meet me. How could I have forgotten I had a tail? Didn't seem responsible-es...-ness for an adult. Shit, was I an adult? Nope I had to be, my backside was sore as hell. But maybe I was into kinky stuff? No, definitely an adult. If I wasn't, that would spell bad news for my bedroom. Unless I was experiencing ass pain for some innocuous reason.. I already knew nothing about myself, but it probably wasn't innocent and responsible.
Totally fair to assume such things. Accessible to me was; the object of interest, a tail.
I spin on my haunches to lift that slithery mo-fo to my face. And a snake-like tongue hisses from my mouth.
Well that doesn't seem fucking normal does it?
I was near-sure normal didn’t mean having a tail or a long ass snake tongue. Though, perhaps everyone had tails. Was I a snake person? Seemed weird. I didn't think I was a snake, the tail had a tiny point and flare to it, snake tails didn't have points. I had legs; so I wasn't a full snake. My tongue in two radical splits was the most snakelike feature.
This was strange. If everyone did look like me, I wouldn't have thought it was weird if we actually were snakes. Obviously I must be the only snake around here, or I could just be getting in my own head; this forgetting business is giving me a massive headache.
As I sat fully upright, I winced in pain. My horns slammed into the bed. I had horns. Not much more of a biggie than the rest of the unique revelations about my body.
I was flustered when I stood up, and I was tall. New revelations are shitty. It was disorienting.
Not freaking out by the way. Totally.
A hand lunged to my chest and pushed me back on my ass against the bed. The rough; deep voice egged on my already hallucinogenic state. Then he spoke. “Don't get up Sidney. You took a fall on your horse.” And fuck, he had horns too; gruff and scraped with scarring details his look was completed with masculine scruff. Familiarity filled my veins. I knew him; kind of.
“My uhm…horse?” My voice started out hesitant. I was already uniquely flustered by the serious demeanor of this familiar face and voice.
The man grumbled an angry sound and turned away from where I was sitting again. “Yes you bastard, the horse!” His hands angrily tossed his hair around his horns. Chastising me, how charming. “You refused to listen and landed on your ass.” His eyebrows furrowed deeply before eyeing me in the face again. Confused, he looked me over.
The light from the window was shining through and hitting me right in the eye. It was painful. “What? Am I that sexy in the morning light?” My joke came out forced. His eyebrows were seeming to do strange things on his face. Like slithering snakes. Well at least I’m not the only snake around here.
He gawked at me, seeming just as flustered as I felt. “How could you joke like that? To me. You’re the least likely to joke .”
I deadpan. “Well I woke up in what may or may not be my room, a huge pain in my ass, and like…Are we both snake people or something?” My tail flickers and I flinch with the sensation.
Panicked, he lunges forward. “Preposterous. Sidney, look at me.” He took my shoulders in his hands. I only now realized his pupils were slits. I examined them, green and chalky, curved over with a slight sheen and highlighted in the corner.
“What do you remember?”
Thoughtfully, the familiar man stood in front of me, curling his mouth in a frown. I remembered my own name, and he seemed familiar enough to be close to me. “Do we…work in the same place? I feel like I know you but I can't remember your name.”
He stumbled back, stance tight. Tail flickering angrily behind him. “You don't remember?” He let out a loud shout before pacing in front of the bed.
“Am I allowed to stand now?”
Frustrated, he grumbled and sneered. “Fine, stand. You've created a mess for me to fix!”
“And which mess is that? You know; I could totally help out if you'd tell me your name. Or who we are. My memory is fuzzy but…” I smack my lips when I stand. “You're familiar.”
“You're a Prince for god's sake. I'm your brother; Zion.” The newly dubbed Zion, rubs his eyes with one hand. I could see how stressed he was, I couldn’t exactly blame him, although he was rude. I guess I was a prince. And we were brothers. It didn't seem quite right; me as a Prince?
In the room I assumed was mine, I saw fancy pedestals around the space. The bedposts were carved with impressive detail. It would cost a small fortune.
Zion noticed me looking aimless around the room like a lost puppy. I felt like a lost puppy, though apparently, I was some snake-horned-thing. He perked up again, this time angrier. “This isn't right…You shouldn't lose your memory just from falling on a horse! You're the most powerful demon for hundreds of miles! Your skull is like steel.” Zion examines me, up and down like a zoo animal. I eye him back, taking count of his pointy horns, as well as the saddle shoes he wore on his feet. He had interesting fashion choices, how would I know what was fashionable, I had memory loss.
I spoke up again once he was lost in thought. “I'm sorry. Uh…Zion? You said I'm a prince? And the most powerful demon in miles?” Dread ached in my core, the freakout I'd previously been holding out on was inching closer to me. Pulling my heart and squeezing it taunt.
Zion widened his eyes as I clutched my shirt, suddenly my body was much too uncomfortable. “I've never…seen you like this.” He murmured.
“Like what? Hellishly Clueless? Get it? Because…We’re demons.” I laugh forcibly toward him. “Can you show me the ropes? Please? I’m getting a bit scared here.” Playfully, I nudge him with my arm. He flinches back, and my smile diminishes.
“You must’ve hit your head pretty hard. You never joke. Or get scared, or…Nevermind.” Zion shrugs me off, before speaking again. “Listen, You cannot tell anyone about your…sensitive condition.” He really emphasized “ sensitive condition.” Which objectively; seemed important. But my stomach was speaking for me, so I flushed when it groaned loudly.
He sighed, and grumbled. "Hungry?"
(still working on that.)