Andy’s Origin

My head throbbed in time to my heart, with an ache that rested not in the center of my
forehead, like the ones resulting from my usual overconsumption of ale. This one seared into the
very fibers of matter resting underneath my skull, abusing not simply muscles. Talons had
dragged against and through the organ that controlled me, potentially removing a piece.
The effort to open my crusted eyes was a pitiful display of weakness, as it drove the torment
of my head to levels only … only … someone … had achieved previously. Who? The memory
was slippery; shadowed figures and colors swirled in my mind’s eye, but no story arrived with
them...