Sorian

Raised in front of his face, a pair of wrinkled hands trembled in the glaring morning sun. Shimmering rays of sunlight fell on the heavy woolen blankets that weighed down the weary, mortal body he now possessed. Craning his neck, Sorian squinted at the frail limbs that remained hidden under the many layers that covered him. Taking a rasping breath through aching lungs, he took in the small chambers where he lay, the bedside table, and the pitcher of water and the glass on it.
With a creak the door swung open to reveal a young, slender girl, standing against the battered door frame. Her hair was a flowing, ivory curtain with three jet black streaks, two on the right, one on the left, surrounding her tanned face. “Dad, you’re awake! You took longer this time, are you ok?”
“I’m ok... I think, but who are you?” Sorian murmured, marvelling at his surroundings and all the noises around him, his glazed eyes now honing in on her face.
The young girl’s freckled face turned ashen. “You forgot who I am?”
“I’m afraid I have never seen you before. My name is Sorian Asterin, I am the future lord of the house of Asterin in the kingdom of Arkta. I serve under the royal family of Eira and-”
“What do you mean?! What have you done to my dad?!” She demanded, now brandishing the pitcher of water in his direction.
“Whoa whoa whoa, calm down I just-” Hands held reassuringly towards her, Sorian softened his face into what he hoped was a non-threatening smile.The girl backed against the door, her slim frame shaking and eyes wide. Guess it wasn’t very reassuring…
“Who the hell are you?!” The adolescent teen demanded, irritation written all over.
“I just told you, I’m-” Sorian began, only to be cut off again by the cutthroat girl.
“Quit kidding around. It's not funny anymore, whoever you are, or rather, whatever sorcery you’re using, give me back my...