Kimmy I: Birth of a Legend

Prologue

It began like a dream. Every noise
sounded indistinct, almost if it were coming from light years away. Everything
I saw appeared blurry, and I couldn’t quite make out what was going on. The
world, or wherever I was, looked fuzzy, almost as if I were looking at
everything through a camera with the Soft Focus special effect like the one
seen on Webcamtoy.com except dark. The atmosphere was gloomy for some reason,
and all I ever felt was dread. I never thought much, let alone considered I was
a living being, and I assume these were my earlier years. As vague as they are,
these memories feel too real to have been mere dreams. I remember unclear
voices, occasional laughing in the distance, and blurry colors. Whatever I did
see looked like it was partially hidden by a semi-transparent dark cloak
covering my face. I rarely felt anything. I never spoke. I never thought. I
only saw and heard. When I recall everything from my past, I could even say I
was sub-human.

The clearest thing I can remember is a
large face looking down on mine. It was a beautiful face. Partially covered by
her blonde bangs, I could see her bright, rosy cheeks bearing tiny dimples from
her wide smile. The most memorable sight was her big, sky-blue eyes meeting
mine for a second or two until she turned around and left. The thought leaves
me many unanswered questions today. Who was this woman? Was she my mother?
Besides her, all I can recall is confusion and indistinctness. It is difficult
to describe this to people when they ask me what my childhood was like. My
first memory and sense of life began rather late.

The first clear, ordinary thing I
remember is standing in front of the gates of a large, busy city. It was
bustling with trade and chit-chat, and for reasons I am still oblivious to, the
two guards standing on opposite sides of the gate let me right in, addressing me
as “Kimmy”. Kimmy? What were they talking about? What was this place anyway?
All of a sudden, I knew a lot of things. I knew that my name was Kimmy. I knew
that I was twelve years old. I knew that this was my home. Oddly specific, one
may think. It wasn’t really all that strange, to be honest. It was as if I had
been leading a normal life the whole time, and I had a sense of identity, yet
there were no memories. When I walked in, I spotted a boy I felt like I had
known for my entire life. He was blond. I knew that his name was Green. I knew
that he was six months younger than me. I knew that he was my best friend, and I
knew that he knew I was his best friend.