A Log of What I Remember

Greymane has me writing a log of what I can remember. He thinks writing might bring me closer to remembering what I forgot. So if your reading this as you said, I still don't see the point.
 
Let's start at the begining, well begining of my memories. I remember the cold and lingering pain as I laid in the dirt before I was found. Being carried is hazy, it shot pain through me and rendered me next to unconscious. I remember a woman seemingly tending to me through the haze but I quickly faded again. Then I finally woke up. Not knowing anything and waking up somewhere I didn't recognize, to put it lightly, I was terrified. Greymane at the time was a intimidating large man who looked in my barely functioning mind a predator. So of course I tried to run. However injuries stopped me from being as fast as I'd like and he caught my escape and put me back to bed. I started to understand him as he spoke and learned at least for the time he meant no harm. At first my words apparently weren't understandable but eventually I was able to communicate.
 
A few days passed but nothing memory wise came back. Aside from a fragment of a name I got nothing. So until we figure out more we decided then that I would go by Chess.
 
That about covers the beginning.