Chapter 103: Magic

As the memories came flooding back, the young man sat up in bed, wincing at the pain in his head. He looked around the room again, and this time he noticed that there were other people there as well. They were all staring at him with concerned expressions on their faces.

"Who are you people?" he asked, feeling a growing sense of unease.

The old woman put a hand on his shoulder. "These are your friends," she said. "They've been worried about you."

The young man shook his head. "I don't remember any of this," he said. "I don't remember who I am."

The old woman's face softened with sympathy. "That's okay," she said. "It'll all come back to you in time."

Over the next few days, the young man began to piece together his memories. He remembered his name was Jack, and that he had grown up in a small village in the countryside. He remembered his parents, his friends, and the adventures they had gone on together.

But there was something else, something darker lurking in the corners of his mind