Whisper

I grabbed the dagger hanging from the troll's thigh as I bent before the cliff awaiting death. I pulled it from its holster and in one swift move twirled it in my hand then rammed it through the troll's primitive boot, stopping when I hit dirt. I seized my friend Trevor's forearm and pulled him away from the other troll. The troll clumsily thrust his sword at me and struck the other troll in the …

…a familiar room, not my own but still recognizable. I sit rocking back and forth with my head resting on my knees, staring at the door. The door opens and I scurry behind my steel frame bed. A man places a bowl of cereal on the table and leaves. I take the plastic spoon and greedily eat the cereal. I stare through the barred windows and continue to eat, trying to remember who I am.