Chapter 6: A Man Without an Identity
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    "TZEN?" Miguel yelled.

    "Easy!  Calm down!" Doc told him.

    "That's impossible.  How could I have come all this way?" Miguel
asked.

    "I don't know the answer to that, but that would explain this bite and
some of these cuts.  Only ocean creatures could do this type of damage,"
Doc said.

    Miguel sat up quickly but everything went fuzzy.

    "Hey, don't move too much too fast.  You're still not ready to go back
off to your adventure."  Doc said.

    "I have to get back to South Figaro," Miguel said.  "I... have..."
Miguel winced and groaned in pain.  He felt his chest and the cuts were as
deep as they were before.  He also felt his head and there were more cuts
there then he remembered.  The pain was so great now, especially in his
left knee.  He sat up slowly this time and he felt alright now.  He looked
down at his knee and saw a huge gash, bigger then any cut he'd every seen.

    "What could have done that?" Miguel said, pointing to his knee.

    "Hmmmm, I'd say a few pirahnas and a lot of salt water, which is what
you got enough drifting all this way," Doc responded.

    "Damn.  Will I be able to walk?" Miguel asked.

    "Here," Doc said, grabbing a crutch that was leaning against the wall.
"Use this. It'll help."  Doc gave him the crutch.

    "Thanks," Miguel said.  "It looks like I'll need this."

    Just then a man with fancy clothes on followed by a few armed soldiers
walked in.

    "We understand you're from the north," the man in fancy clothing said.

    "Well, yeah.  I am," Miguel said.

    "Please, we've been waiting for word from King Edgar.  Do you know
what has happened?" the man said.

    Miguel seemed shocked to hear the name King Edgar mentioned, but then
completely forgot where he heard that name.  "Uh, no.  I don't know a King
Edgar."

    "What?" the man said, surprised.  "You don't know King Edgar?"

    "I... uh... no," Miguel said.

    Then Doc stepped towards Miguel and asked, "What do you remember?"

    "Well, I was sailing from Kohlingen and..." Miguel was cut off.

    "Before that, do you remember anything before that?" Doc asked.

    Miguel thought.  It seemed like a stupid question, but then he
realized that he couldn't remember anything before that.  He thought hard,
but nothing was there.  He sighed.  "No.  I can't remember anything."

    "Oh, great," the man said, frustrated.  "I guess we'll just have to
rely on Lahndo to get the message to our people.  C'mon."  He and the
armed men left.

    Miguel stood up using the crutch.  Why couldn't he remember anything?
It had seemed all clear to him before.  "I'll be around, Doc," Miguel
said.  Doc nodded and Miguel left the tent.

    He wandered the streets, more like dirt roads, looking around.  He was
wondering why these people weren't in their homes.  In fact, he was
wondering if he was actually in Tzen.  No buildings, streets, or anything.

    It seemed he could remember general things, like town locations and
simple general knowledge, but he couldn't remember specifics except his
name and a few recent things.  He knew he had been sailing from Kohlingen
and headed towards South Figaro, and that a storm sunk his ship.  But that
was it.  He couldn't remember his family or freinds, or exactly what he
did for a living.  A man without an identity.

    He tried very hard, but he could not remember what he was doing in
Kohlingen.  Then he stumbled and fell.

    "Ouch!" Miguel yelled.  "What the..." Miguel grabbed his crutch and
used it to pick himself up.

    "Sorry about that.  Would you be interest in buying a tonic, maybe
an antidote?"

    "A what?" Miguel asked.

    "A tonic!" the merchant yelled.  "Are you stupid?  Don't you know what
a tonic is?"

    Miguel didn't answer.  He kind of just shrugged and walked away. "A
tonic?" Miguel thought.  "I wonder what that is."

    He continued to walk, but his leg was in real pain now.  He headed
back to Doc's tent, but Doc found him first.

    "What is it?" Doc asked.  They were near a two-story-high wooden
building.

    "It just hit me.  I don't have money I need a place to stay," Miguel
said.

    "Well, come with me, Miguel.  I arrange for you to stay in the Figaro
headquarters." Doc said.

    "Thank you a lot.  I really appriciate it," Miguel answered.

    They went in the building and Doc told him to go upstairs.  Doc
stopped at the desk and said something to the desk clerk.

    Miguel went up the stairs and saw a few very soft beds.  He laid
down on one and he couldn't remeber ever being more comfortable, which
really wasn't that long of a time to remember.  He still couldn't remember
anything.  He quickly fell asleep.

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    Miguel awoke to a loud sound.

    "What the...?" Miguel thought.

    Miguel looked over at the stairs and saw light emanating from below.
He grabbed his crutch and sat up slowly.  He got to his feet and started
going down the stairs.  He could barely see, but when he reached the
bottom, the light completely blinded him.

    When his eyes adjusted he saw a finely dressed man say to someone,
"Thank you from freeing me from that hellish prison.  Allow me to
introduce myself."