If I didn't put something up here, my readers would like... find me and... I dunno. So here goes a brief explanation... to this...
Rule 64 humans.
'Where am I?'
The thought echoed though the empty abyss around the young male. He turned his head, causing snow white hair to fall over his light purple eues. He couldn't see anything other than his hair, everywhere else there was ... Nothing. His head was pounding, as if someone was hitting it with a sledge hammer. Suddenly the blackness began to feel as if it was plummeting around him, his hair whipping around his face, his body now in a more vertical position.. probably. He couldn't tell, it felt like he was in the same position he had been in the entire time, not that it made any difference. He was still falling, at an increasingly rapid rate from what he could feel. He looked around himself frantically, trying to find a way to slow his decent. He found wings on his thin back, but he was unable to use them.
He felt himself stop suddenly, and colour snapped into existence. Blue. Blue covered nearly his entire line of sight, with fluffy spots of white and... people spotting his vision. He watched the flying people with great confusion, then he remembered his own wings, though they didn't seem to work. Maybe he had just been unconscious before, and that was why he couldn't fly. He wasn't sure he cared that much right now.
"Hey, you okay up there?" A low, somewhat scratchy voice came from below. He felt himself slowly being lowered toward the ground below, "I saw you falling, so I caught you."
Moments later, he found himself on the ground, with a young male with multi- shade blue hair, and magenta eyes kneeling over him. He was holding a pair of sunglasses in his hands, "I'm Record Scrape, what's your name?"
The male opened his mouth to say his name, but only came out with, "... I don't know."
Record scratched his head, slowly standing up, debating what to do. He had never had a problem like this come falling into Bronyville. In fact, he was pretty sure it had never happened before at all. Men you've never met before don't normally come falling from the sky, especially man with wings, and even less often wings and amnesia. This all posed a problem for Record, who was just a DJ. Well, he was a Witch, too, but that was besides the point. He didn't know what to do with someone with amnesia. Name him maybe? That sounded... Reasonable. The young Winged Folk would need a name.
"Record, what's this?" Record heard the young male say, knocking him out of his thought process. He looked down to see the young male had found something in his sock.
"That's a... wand?" Record said in surprise, brushing the blue hair that was covering his left eye away, as if he didn't believe what he was seeing. A long stick with a pointed end with beautiful carvings around it was sitting in the young male's hands. Similar to the wand Record had... In his sock actually. That was where most male Witches kept their wands, unless they carried a purse, which Record most definitely didn't. It remained unknown how baby Witches got their wands, but they always had them within an hour of birth.
"Oh," the amnesiac mumbled, debating now how he got the sock that had been on his foot back on. He could remember a few things, putting socks on was not one of them.
Record assessed the situation, and came up with the conclusion that this young Winged Witch barely remembered anything. As if that wasn't obvious.
"I think I'll call you... Shiro," Record said, figuring that was a good name for now, "Do you like that?"
The Winged Witch nodded yes. So Shiro it was.