Damon's Odyssey (Journey To The Top)

Chapter 09.

"Mummy?" The voice of a crying child called looking into the darkness, there was no one in sight, as he looked on and on, all he could see was pitch darkness.

‘Don't be afraid of the dark, embrace it.’ A voice hummed in his young mind and more tears fell off his eyes, his little fingers clutching a silver pendant hanging around his neck.

He began to move slowly, steadily but his sluggish steps also depict fear, the fear of abandonment. His mother is nowhere to be found, has she truly abandoned him?

His small legs connected with a stone, he stumbled and fell flat on his face, a sharp thorny object piercing deep into his left arm and he let out a shrill childish mewl filled with pain and sorrowful moans.

He waited for his mom or dad to come running towards him, to pick him up and pacify him but when nothing came forth, he stood and sat on his butt, pulling the sharp object that was stuck deep in his arm with tears cascading freely from his eyes.

"Mom?" He called, his tiny voice raspy from shouting and crying.

"Don't leave me... Please, I'll be a good boy, don't go. Just take me with you, please." He mused to himself, petrified of the unknown, his voice gradually becoming a whisper.

Dizziness began to claim him in the dark, his whole being in soreness and antagonism, he was in the darkness so darkness he became.

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Damon's eyes fluttered unevenly, trying to stay open but as usual, he was having a hard time trying to keep them open, it seems his body want to keep them shut for as long as it can but he wasn't going to allow that, his mind and determination to regain consciousness is greater than anything.

With a little war with his body, he was finally able to keep his eyes open and he immediately began to access his environment.

He turned his head around, his eyes inspecting his surroundings, and his brow twitched, the place he was staying currently differs from the first.

Most of the IV sets had been removed, and there were just three sets in his body now. He felt better than the last time, a bit energetic but still weak so he gently brought himself to a sitting position on the bed. The headache was still there but he could manage it till it subsided.

The door clicked and opened, a man stepped in and a huge smile covered his face when he saw Damon.

Damon's eyes stared at him in confusion but it soon registered to his brain, "Good day to you, Dr. Alec right?" Damon asked, his voice sounding weak.

Dr. Alec's grin widened, and he began to advance towards him, "Boy, am I not glad you're alive and happy you remember my name. How are you doing?" He asked, going towards the cabinet in the room to arrange some injections.

"I'm okay, just a bit weak, having this stinging migraine and sometimes I just feel like going back to bed and sleeping." He answered and the Doctor smiled.

"It's understandable, you'll be fit soon. You defeated death and came back, that's your biggest win, my boy." He acknowledged with a smile, coming towards Damon to administer the injections.

Once he was done, he made a quick phone call and came back to Damon who was testing the strength of his arms. His body seems heavy due to being stagnant for months but he is back and healthy for now.

"Don't worry about your body, they'll recover in no time." The doctor assured him and he gave him a grateful smile.

His smile suddenly turned into a frown, "What about your friend?" He asked, remembering the stern-looking man and how he had questioned him and was unable to answer.

When he remembered the question, his frown deepened.

How come he didn't remember anything about his past?

What was his name?

He began to rack his brain but was met with blankness and his head rewarded him with a stinging pain that made his hands fly to his head to clutch it.

"Hey, don't think too much or it would result in your unconsciousness again, you've been unconscious for two weeks after you passed out because you couldn't answer the question asked." The doctor explained.

Damon's confusion heightened, how's it going to be possible not to think about what and who he was?

How did such tragedy befall him?

"How did I get here?"

"Leo brought you and only he can explain everything to your understanding but for now, do not stress your brain or it might cause permanent damage."

A low sigh escaped Damon's mouth, he tried not to think about anything but he couldn't help it, he was pessimistic about everything that was happening to him and no one was here to explain things to him.

He opened his mouth to ask about the general again but the door drew his attention and the general stepped into the room in full glory, his face stern and almost angry.

When he looks, it seems like he's looking deep into his soul and Damon finds it eerie. He began to advance towards them, his eyes still on Damon, he was holding a bag and immediately he was close enough, he emptied the contents of the bag he was holding.

"Go through it, do you find anything familiar?" He asked, his voice husky and deep.

Damon looked at the man in confusion and turned towards the doctor who just shrugged to show he was helpless against the general.

"I don't remember anything." He muttered without giving the contents a second glance.

The general grunt, "Those were the clothes you were putting on the day I saw you washed offshore, if you don't remember them, it means the reports are right. You have amnesia." The big man confirmed.

On hearing what the general said, he immediately began to go through the contents. There was nothing much to see, there were just torn clothes, one shoe, and a pendant.

A pendant?

He grabbed the pendant and began to examine it carefully; a silver pendant, carved in the form of a bird and a dragon... He looked deeply at it, and he remembered it...but where?

"Was I with this?" He asked, his eyes still peering at the pendant.

"Everything there is yours." The general answered, looking at his facial expression.

"Do you remember anything?" The doctor asked.

The dreams he had came rushing in like an endless creek, his heart beating fast and furious.

He raised his left arm and saw a deep scar and realization hit him... That dream, the deep injury, the fear, the darkness.

Can it be?

"My name?... My name is Damon." He murmured, the words of the woman ringing in his head.