I am in a fight. It leaves me alone if I drop my guard, but I remain a prisoner. The only way out is through. The problem is i don’t know which direction to take the battle. I am so turned around I don’t know north from south. But, I am determined. It would better to die fighting than to rot where I am. The first thing is to get up. They may not notice if I rise slowly, but what if they do? On my feet, I look to my left and right. There has to be a clue…and there it is, a footprint. Was another here before me? Is the path laid out and I didn’t see it before? My legs are tired, but I take the first step and I feel life returning to them. A sword and shield lay feet away. I take them. As I grasp the hilt a pulse shoots down my arm. My limbs begin to remember something my brain is having trouble making out. I am a warrior. I have purpose. How long have I hidden it away? The first step was finding the path, and as I make my way I start to remember who I really am.

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