PROLOGUE
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It hurts.
That was the first thing he thought of. He slowly opened his eyes, to stare at... well, he honestly did not know what exactly he was staring it. It was all too blurry for him to comprehend. So he gave up, shutting his eyes again.
'Let's see, I hit my head, and definitely broke a bone somewhere.'The boy frowned, fingers twitching in thought; he didn't have the strength to do any bigger motions. 'Five times five is twenty-five...' His finger stopped tapping as he confirmed his train of thought: 'Okay, I'm thinking straight.'
'So why can't I remember my name?'
That was the first thing that really hit him. He had forgotten who he was- and he couldn't even remember what he looked like... Was 'he' a male or female? He felt his brows furrow in frustration.
He believed the correct term for the state he was in was 'amnesia'.
From what he learned from... somewhere, the lad was unsure just where exactly he learned it from. He knew that the victims of amnesia would usually remember something. Like someone that was close to him or a memory- anything that would give them a tiny thread of hope in their lives.
But he had nothing.
No memory, no recollection of who he was or what he looked like, he tried to think, but he was drawing blanks.
Damn, even being dead right now is better than this. Having no memories and nowhere to go (not to mention his inability to move right now), was not a good situation to be in.
He felt the corners of his lips tug up to a smirk, a motion that just... felt right.
Had he smirked in tough situations like this before? It all felt so familiar.
Well, regardless of whether or not he has, that smirk gave him hope. It was all the inspiration he needed to open his eyes and observe his surroundings once more.
He sat up slightly, despite what felt like bruised ribs, he managed to look up for just a brief moment. The first thing he saw was the side of what seemed to be a mountain... or a cliff, but he couldn't decide how to describe it (maybe his vocabulary got mixed up in his head because of this whole amnesia thing). It was safe to assume that he fell off of the cliff that was towering over him now.
"Anyone there?" He stuttered weakly at the sky.
He got an answer- from an unfamiliar voice: "Surprise, surprise." His voice was a taunting, resonating sound, but it was filled with hope for the boy with no memories. "Just like you, a little bird, to fall out of your nest."
The 'little bird' fell on his back again to stare at the visitor. He was a man, you could tell from his body. The man's face, however, was covered with an orange-black mask, revealing only one eye. The same eye that was now gazing at him intently, recognition behind it hidden along with another unreadable expression. Shock, perhaps? The boy could care less.
He knew who he was.
He had hope.
"Who am I?"