Lucas Morningstar's eyes drifted shut, the cool water soothing his parced throat.
Kyrah's gentle touch helped calm his racing thoughts.
As he lay back, fragmented images flooded his mind: desolate landscapes, ravaged cities, and the constant struggle for survival. Adam Davis' memories.
But why were his?
Lucas' gaze snapped open, locking onto Kyrah.
"Kyrah, who am I?"
Kyrah's expression faltered.
"You are Young Master Lucas Morningstar, son of Duke Reynolds Morningstar and Duchess Yennifer Morningstar."
Lucas' mind reeled.
"Duke? Duchess? What does that mean?"
Kyrah's hesitation was palpable.
"It means you're a member of the noble class Young Master. Your family rules the Morningstar Dukedom in the western region of the Hayes Empire."
Hayes Empire? Nobles? This wasn't the world Adam Davis knew.
Suddenly visions of Adam's life overlapped with Lucas' surroundings.
The connection between the two became clear.
Lucas' gaze locked onto Kyrah, but he kept his revelation to himself so as to not worry her.
"Kyrah, I... I don't remember much", he said instead.
Kyrah's expression softened.
"That's understandable, Master Lucas. Your illness was severe after all."
Lucas nodded, buying time to process his thoughts. It was clear that he had transmigrated into a new world. But was it transmigration or did he just awaken different memories.
As Kyrah helped him settle back into bed, Lucas' mind whirled.
Who was he, really? Adam Davis or Lucas Morningstar.