Mayday Stories: Day 15 Midpoint

 

We had a fun time with today's prompt and wrote a short monologue from the perspective of a former golem. We encourage you to check out Storyaday's prompts for May.

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Once night had well and truly fallen and his new friends had gone to bed, Sacha slipped out from the abandoned building they'd claimed as a safe place to rest. It was strange to walk dilapidated streets he remembered whole. Sacha wasn't able to express it verbally, but there was a growing disconnect inside of him that grew stronger with every moment he was allowed to think. What were once flashes of his life before becoming infected by the initial golems summoned now lived in his mind as fleshed-out scenes? He still couldn't remember everything, but he remembers enough. Sacha follows the winding path down to the nearest pier and picks his way across the old wooden boards, wary of rot. The sirens were giving him and his friends a wide berth, at least for now, a concession to their efforts to rid the city of the demonic entities that had crept within. Sacha is thankful for the freedom this gave him. It has been so long since he has been able to look at himself in the water and see /himself/. As a golem, he hadn't been consciously aware, but after being returned to his human self he was aware of the aching loss of knowing who he was. As he stares at his reflection, he wonders if he'll ever fully know himself again.