I was listening to some music late last night, and this thought came to my mind: What if Danny woke up in some strange place with all his memories erased?

This story came out of that thought. It took me three hours to write the thing, and yet it's so short. But I was really challenging myself to think. What would he feel like? What would his thoughts be like? His words?

What became of my three-hour quest is below you. Enjoy, if you can.

-BLACKENED REBIRTH, by TAA

Danny awoke in a dark place. "Where am I?" he wondered, looking around for any glimpse of light. Or was he? He didn't even remember what light was. "What am I?" he asked. "Who am I?" Looking back on it, Danny couldn't remember anything, except a few words here and there. Some words he knew, but he couldn't remember what they meant. Other things he knew or knew of, but didn't know what to call them. He couldn't identify his feelings, or the darkness that surrounded him on every side. And yet it was all he knew. He searched for a word to describe it.

"It's...it's...black," he murmered. "Feel...feel...black. I don't..." Again, Danny was left at a loss for words. "I don't like the black."

A new sound entered his ears. The boy gasped, startled. He'd never heard anything before except for his own voice. He tried to find a good word to describe it, but none came. Instead, he concentrated on the sound it was making. Drop...drop...drop... "Drop?" Danny questioned.

There was a pounding in his chest and an uncomfortable knotting feeling on his insides. Danny didn't know it was the emotion of fear. "What is this?" he asked, moving his arms to feel his chest. He gasped when he felt himself. "I..." He searched for an appropriate word to define himself. "I exist." His heart began to beat faster when this realization hit him. "I exist...in a body."

"Can I sit?" He cautiously propped himself up with his arms, then moved his legs up to where his knees pointed upward. He carefully pushed himself up into a sitting position. A little smile appeared on his face. "Nice," he muttered. The emotion was short-lived, however, and his smile was immediately replaced with a frown.

"How do I exist?" he inquired of himself. Maybe it was this...this black...that had brought him into existance. While contemplating this, Danny decided on what to call himself. "Blackson. I am Blackson." Blackson(Danny) didn't know whose son he was. He had only drawn to his conclusion by the evidence around him. All he knew was darkness. He existed. Therefore, he assumed he was the son of the black.

An uncomfortable feeling was in his stomach, the feeling of emptiness. "I'm empty," Blackson concluded. He felt like he needed something, but didn't know what it was he needed. he wanted to destroy the emptiness, but he didn't know how. This was his life. Discomfort. Darkness.

He had somehow managed to answer every one of his questions by himself. Where was he? Black. What was he? Empty. Who was he? Son of the black. Blackson.

Think I should continue? I know this was a really weird story (or perhaps chapter), but it was nonetheless interesting to write. If I do decide on continuing this, it would be a mere side project. (AKA: It won't be updated very often due to a main project.) I'm interested in this concept, but the real question is...are you?

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