Lost and Found

[Peyton]

Nov. 17, 2016
It's been a few days, and I have come to one conclusion.

I do not know who I am, anymore...

I have begun to repeat the things I do know like a mantra:
My name is Peyton. I am a mystic vampire. I belong to a lineage known as the Dragomir, extension of Worthington. I do not know how I am connected to the Dragomir, just that I am.

And that's it. That's all I know.

I think I was gone to the Realm for several years. Two? Maybe, three? All the nights blend together in such a dismal place. Keeping track of time is a useless endeavor, especially when you lack the motivation to find an escape.

Why did I lack the motivation? Why did I stay there?
The fact I do not know the answers to those questions infuriates me...

Who the hell was I?

I know that I no longer look like myself. Something about being a mystic, I guess.
When I entered the Shadow Realm, my body dispersed into ash and there was no hope of returning to it.
No, I now resemble a stranger. A face I don't recognize, but eyes that look so much like my own.

I wish I knew who she was. Was she dead because of me? Did I steal the life of this female looking back at me? It bothers me. A lot.
She meant something to someone, somewhere. And now, she was as lost to the abyss as I had been.

And still, I don't even know who I am.

I think I need to find Nikolae. I remember him.

I think...