I know I had a good life before. If only I could remember it.
I couldn't sew, I couldn't fish, I couldn't hunt, I couldn't cook, for goodness' sake I couldn't even tell the hallucinogenic mushrooms from the non-hallucinogenic ones. The list of Things I Couldn't Do was uncomfortably long.
There was, however, one pretty big thing I could do: I could heal people with just a touch of my hands.
I didn't understand it, nor did I know why or how I came by this ability, because here was the other thing: I had no memory.
Nada. Nil. Zero.
I had simply awoken on a beach, about two months ago, with my name rolling around my head, but that was it. My name was all I knew.
Just my name.