Morgan Redfield woke up and began his day.
First, setting his bed and washing his face.
Afterwards he lit an incense stick in front of the photo of his family.
They had died when he was just a newborn.
For breakfast, he ate a bowl of potato soup garnished with meat along with bread.
After he cleaned the bowl, he went out.
Morgan worked as a waiter in one of the two taverns that resided in the town.
His shift began from dawn till midday, after which he would be able to have half an hour of break for lunch following which, he would probably resume working till evening where he clocked off for the day.
As evening arrived, Morgan entered his house again to find someone sitting in a chair in front of him.
There was a slick grin on their face.
Seeing Wilhelm, Morgan was shocked.
"You're back!?" He exclaimed.
"On holiday." Wilhelm answered.
Wilhelm was immediately bombarded by his very 'enthusiastic' best friend with questions.
"How's the Academy?"
"Are you paid there?"
"What do you eat?"
"Are you as strong as the soldiers?"
Seeing the rapid fire, He sighed and calmly waited till Morgan was out of breath.
But Wilhelm had thought wrong, the moment Morgan finally stopped and before Wilhelm could say anything else.
"Wait! you must be hungry!" Morgan quickly got to work.
Within moments a bowl of meat and potatoes and his own homebrewed of a few herbs.
As Wilhelm ate and drank, he steadily answered all the questions that had been posed by Morgan.
Yet, when he got to the question of what he ate. Wilhelm frowned.
"What the-"
Wilhelm dug deep into his memory but couldn't find a single instance of him eating anything.
"I've probably forgotten." He shrugged it off, delicacies weren't particularly important to him.
"But have you truly?"
"Shut up."
"I shall but don't you think Polaris is being quite silent these days?"
Before Wilhelm could ponder much, Morgan spoke up.
"Are you okay?" He asked, visibly worried.
"Oh, I'm fine, it's just my mind is occupied with things." Wilhelm answered.
"Are you.. perhaps thinking about uncle and auntie again?" Morgan referred to Wilhelm's parents.
"What? No, of course not but how are they?" Wilhelm asked back
Morgan looked at him worriedly.
"Is there something on my face?" Wilhelm asked.
"Bro, they died when you were a kid. Don't you remember?" Morgan revealed.
"What!? No that shouldn't be! I still remember. I remember how da-no mom woul-" Wilhelm paused.
Nothing came to his mind when he thought about his parents.
..As if they never existed.
"No no no no no no no no no no, this is false! I remember them! Yes I do! They were the reason I went to The Western Academy! Yes! Yes! Ye-" Right when Wilhelm was about to convince himself, he heard Mortis whisper.
"Tell me Wilhelm, do you remember why you went to the academy?"
"I just told you! I went there because my parents wanted to...….what did they want me to do? NO.. WHAT WAS IT! WHAT THE HELL WAS IT! WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER? WHY!"
Suddenly he raised his eyes to see the scenery had changed.
He was not in Morgan's home anymore but at the Mountain of Prosperity.
Seeing it in moonlight strangely soothed Wilhelm's chaotic mind.
He was sitting on the grass with Morgan next to him.
"It's beautiful really isn't it? I still remember how we would sit here." Morgan spoke.
Hearing this Wilhelm turned to see a woman glaring at him.
"Who are you!?" He asked.
"Are you okay? It's me Morgana." Morgana spoke.
Wilhelm began breathing heavily. As his mind began to slowly crumble under terror and confusion
"What is happening?" Was the only question that resounded in his mind.
"Calm."
The view changed as Wilhelm was now sitting under a tree with Morgan.
"My man it seems that even spending a single year in the Academy is stressful."
Wilhelm's eyes widened.
"A year? What?"
"Yeah, a year. Don't tell me you didn't realise i-"
Wilhelm grabbed Morgan's head and slammed it to the base of the tree.
He began to repeatedly punch Morgan despite the pleas for mercy.
Morgan began changing forms as well.
First he became a scantily dressed woman.
Then a dog.
A snake.
His daughter.
And several more.
Wilhelm kept punching.
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
"Truth is only Truth from one's perspective and is subject to change when one views it from another angle."
As his fists pummeled Morgan to bits, memories flooded in.
How his parents celebrated his birthday.
How they killed each other that night.
How much they loved him.
How they had impaled that flaming hot iron into his eyes. The feeling of it crushing his eye to paste and then pushing it into his skull was something too vivid for him to forget.
Contradictory memories rose like waves in Wilhelm's mind.
"This is..a fake.. no this is real...wait no this is…..this.. I don't understand."
At last Wilhelm paused for a moment.
His fists were blooded with Morgan's head being no more.
Looking up, he saw a star staring at him in the night sky.
Just by looking at it, he knew its name.
Polaris.
As the wind blew past him.
He opened his eyes to be met by his dorm.
There was no Morgan nor any origin for Wilhelm.
There was only the Academy.