The first sensation that he felt was pain, excruciating pain. His soul felt like it it was being ripped apart and every muscle in his body burned, but nothing could compare to the pain that he felt in his heart. It felt like he was being stabbed in the chest with a hot metal poker over and over again. He wanted to cry, scream out in agony in hopes that it would alleviate his pain, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't.

He couldn't remember why he was in so much pain; he couldn't really remember much of anything at the moment. Even his own name eluded him and he knew that it should have worried him, but the only thing that he could focus on was the pain.

Suddenly, the pain stopped. The shredding of his soul was replaced by the soft and slightly damp grass that materialized underneath him, the burning of his muscles was replaced by the warmth of the sunrise and the chirping of the birds, and the pain in his heart was replaced by an intense desire to sleep. He was immensely tired and his limbs felt as heavy as rocks. Any attempt to open his eyelids was met with resistance from his own body.

He didn't know how long he laid there for, but eventually he started to hear some voices. They were muffled and distant at first but soon became clearer. It was only when the voices were right on top of him did he realize that he didn't understand what they were saying. His eyes were still closed too so he could not even see what they looked liked. He gathered up all the strength that he had and opened his eyes.

The first thing that he noticed was that it was bright, so bright that he contemplated closing his eyes again just to escape the burning brightness of the sun. He decided against closing his eyes though because he knew that he wouldn't be able to open his eyes again. The second thing that he noticed was that his vision was blurry. He had trouble seeing anything clearly and he could not make out his surroundings. Eventually his vision cleared up enough so that he could see the people standing above him.

It was the people whose voices he had heard and they seemed to be talking about him. There was two of them; a man and a woman. The woman had light blue eyes that shined in the sun and her blonde hair was gathered up into pigtails; this made her seem younger than she probably was. She had a brilliant smile on that was almost as blinding as the sun was moments ago. The man had vibrant blue hair and matching blue eyes that gave him an almost wild appearance. He gave the impression of someone who spent most of his time outside and the pauldron that he was wearing on his muscled arm further confirmed his suspicions that this man was not one to spend his time indoors.

Their conversation stopped the moment that they realized that he had opened his eyes. The blue haired man smiled down at him and the woman's smile grew even wider. They were saying something to him but he couldn't understand what. It was at this moment where he realized that maybe he should be scared. He was defenseless and if these people decided that they wanted to harm him he would have no energy to fight them back. He was a sitting duck… yet… he noted that he didn't feel afraid of them at all. Maybe it was the fact that he was exhausted, or maybe it was the fact that he had just gone through the most excruciating pain possible and that he doubted that these two people could hurt him worse than that, but he felt that he could trust the man with the blue hair and the woman with an enormous smile. He felt safe around these people, so when the man offered him his hand he accepted it.

He felt weak, his muscles were shaking from the strain of trying to get up off the floor. If it weren't for the man's help he never would have been able to stand. His legs were shaking and he was leaning the man a lot for support, but he was standing.

They both smiled at him and the man told him something, but he still couldn't understand what they were saying. After much effort and strength

"... What?" was the only word that he managed to get out and he regretted doing so immediately after.

The smiles on the faces of his two saviors immediately turned into frowns and they seemed worried, almost scared, but of what he didn't know. Certainly not of himself, he was as harmless as harmless could get. If they wanted to they could kill him and he would offer little to no resistance. So then what were they so afraid of? As he was contemplating the answer to this question the man spoke to him once more.

"Robin?" he asked hesitantly almost timidly.

"Robin?" he repeated slowly testing the word out. It was only then that he realized that he sounded different from the two people helping him. They must speak different languages he realized which would make communicating a challenge, but that realization should not have caused panic like it did in the blue haired man.

He was talking faster and from what he could tell was asking him more questions. He didn't understand what he asked, but the man looked at him like he was expecting an answer so he stupidly repeated the only word that he knew they understood.

"Robin" it was a word that felt both familiar and safe, but it was also a word that he did not know the meaning to. This was, unsurprisingly, not the answer that the man wanted to hear. He became even more panicked and began to question his blonde haired companion. She also seemed worried, but was better at not letting it show.

She took out a staff and slowly began approached him like one would approach an injured deer that they were afraid would run away. He gave her a questioning look but otherwise remained still. It's not like he could run away even if he wanted to. He was still leaning on the blue haired man for support and he was pretty sure that if he tried to stand on his own that he would fall flat on his face and even if he did have the strength to stand on his own he definitely did not have the energy to run away from them.

He finally realized that the girl was trying to heal him, which confused him. Sure, he was extremely tired, but other than that he felt fine and he didn't look like he had any serious injuries. Instead of healing his limbs or torso like he expected her to do she instead directed her healing magic to his head.

The second that her healing magic made contact with his head he began to lose consciousness. His body's magical resistance must have been especially weak if he could not even handle healing magic. As he was falling on the floor the last thing that he remembered was the blonde haired girls frightened scream.