[Hastily written on the back of the parchment used for A Winner's Game, Calliope has scribbled some notes.]
Necropolis at Telamok. Dragon Lord Xander. Crown of Dragonlords.
Versi says I knew him. Xander. That we are friends. Well, that we were friends 500 years ago.
I don’t often wish I could remember my past. Versi has warned me of the pain it contains, so it would be senseless to lie awake wishing to remember it. But I’d be lying to say the past few days haven’t left me curious.
Before now it has always just been Versi and I. I’ve never really had to confront the fact that, without memories, I’m sort of… no one. My new companions haven’t been unkind, but I know how foolish I look not being able to answer even simple questions. Gods - the pity that is written all over Alke’s face whenever she speaks to me! Well, what you can see of her face anyway…
Oh! With everything that has happened, I’d completely forgotten. Alke is a medusa! If the rumours about her are true, I wonder if it is because she is Sydon’s daughter…
Regardless, I think she was expecting us to be upset, or something like that, when we found out. But I can’t say it bothers me - it honestly didn’t strike me as abnormal until she mentioned it. Even if it is: she seems like a good person, if not a little patronising, and Versi seems fond of her (I suppose she might if she is her sister.) That is good enough for me.
All in all, everyone seems pretty worried after all this. They all came to the Oracle for answers and just got burdens instead.
Versi is worried too. I’ve never seen her like this. She made me swear an oath to return to her. It... stung, a little, that she thought my love for her so fickle that I might not come back. But I do understand: she is so used to knowing what will happen that, with so much uncertainty in the future, I think she was just looking for something to be sure of.