He wasn't sure when he woke up. There was no way to tell. Darkness...that's the first thing he noticed. There was no sound to hear, no light to see. Nothing to touch, nor taste. Just...black.

The first thing that went through his head was to get up and run from danger. Even though he could not see it, he could sense the danger from where he was. When he was fully conscious, he knew nothing other than fear and confusion. He could not tell where he was, not did he know what to do. He could not move, and panic began to set in as he struggled against an invisible force for his survival.

He was completely powerless. He tried to breathe, but it was like something was smothering him. He opened his mouth in an attempt to gather in as much air as possible, but it didn't do him any good. He gasped and searched desperately for it, but there was no air to be found. As he continued his endeavor for air, his eyes began to close as consciousness began to evade him.

As he slowly felt his mind start to slip away, only a few moments after waking up, he still continued his hopeless attempt to survive. His instincts told him to fight, fight or else he would die. The fear of death and the slow pain of losing to this strange thing began to close in on him completely. He had no idea how long he was fighting the inevitable. He had no sense of time in this place. He was getting lost in the blur and the aggressive pull of sleep, when through the void, he heard a crack. He opened his eyes to the darkness and felt a sudden blast of cold hit him in the face.

Suddenly, he was able to breathe freely again. He gasped in the cold air through his mouth, his lungs being filled with a cold briskness that had shook the feeling of death out of him, tough he felt no safer than he had before. He was gaping wildly as his mind once again began to clear up. And when he was again fully awake, he could see it.

A small sliver of blue light right in front of his eyes, where a breeze of cold air was flowing through it. Though he felt that it was dangerous, he knew that it was a good sign too. He immediately wanted to reach out to that light and hold it. Light meant safety. He knew that in his guts. There was another sound, this one somewhat different, more of a crush than a crack, and the light got bigger.

Suddenly, there was loud bang that deafened all other sound. He was thrown backwards for only a few moments as he hit the same invisible force. He was enveloped in an amazingly bright light that forced his eyes shut from pure pain. An overwhelming heat showered him in its presence. The shock that went through him made his whole body tired and shaky, though it didn't last very long.

His eyes reluctantly opened when he realized that the light had gotten softer, though it was still bright. It was hard to focus. His fingers flinched in anticipation, and he began to notice that he was free from the threat. He felt the heat leave and an unforgiving cold run all over his body, and his heartbeat rose. He jumped up on his feet and one hand, using his other arm to block the light so he could see the danger ahead. He only had one thought in his mind.

Survive.

He looked down and could see he was on a small hill, only big enough for his body. The surface around him went down steeply and up suddenly, making a large hole almost everywhere. He carefully took his first step, and heard a crack. He quickly pulled his feet back as he looked down where his foot was. The surface had changed to make a shape, the shape of his foot. He waited a second before he put his foot back. Slowly, he set his foot down. The surface made a cracking noise before stopping so that his foot was safely in the foot shaped hole. He slowly stepped forward as the surface constantly moved to fit his feet, and out from under the light. The surface he walked on was blue and white, and incredibly cold. Ice, he named it. The ice did not hurt his feet, though it was uncomfortable on the rest of his body. As he took his steps, the ice moved to fit around his feet. It must have liked him. he looked behind him and saw a large hole in it, some strange white stuff coming up from it. Steam. He blinked as he took in the scene below him.

Far below him, there were a lot of strange figures, small moving ones surrounded by big moving ones. Twelve small ones, he numbered them. They were all completely black, with strange protruding stick coming out of their backs. The big moving objects were loud and had strange lights coming out of their eyes. While the small ones were seemingly passive to him, the big ones were constantly growling, which meant they were going to attack him.

Fear kicked in as he tried to figure out what to do. He looked around and saw that the ice was surrounded by a strange moving and black surface. It made a large sound that was impossible to miss, and it seemed to go on forever. The...ocean. That one was hard to recognize. Though there was one thing he could recognize.

He could not run. The only choice was to fight these animals. It was the only choice to survive. Or maybe he could just stay up here. It didn't seem like they could get up there. He was safe as long as he stayed up here.

"Hi." He spun suddenly towards the sudden strange sound. There was another animal up there, but he hadn't seen it coming. Was it going to attack him? Was it going to run?

Wait...this animal was different. Most of it was black, but it's head was different. It had long shiny black stuff on the back of it...hair. It's eyes weren't strange at all, but they were...nice. They looked safe. It's face felt familiar, yet different, but it still made him feel safe. It's body was a little different too. The animals down there were all...square-shaped and had the strange sticks on their backs. But this one was more round and flat where the others were thick and bulgy. It took him a while, but he recognized that this must have been a female.

"I don't have any weapons. I'm not going to hurt you." He didn't understand what the noises from her mouth meant, but they were...soft. They made him feel safe. She had her hands up in front of her, and it seemed to be a form of surrender. It didn't seem like she was going to attack him. "I'm jut going to get a little closer, okay?"

She took a step towards him, and he began to feel the panic set in. He had the sudden instinct to run, and he quickly scrambled back.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, hey!" She stepped back with her hands up. "I'm a friend. Okay? Friend."

He still didn't understand most of her growling, but that one stuck out to him. That...what was it called...word. Friend. Friends were safe. She must have been trying to tell him she was safe. Maybe he should let her know he wasn't going to attack her either.

"F...Friend." He attempted to copy her word, but his was different from hers. Although, she moved her lips in a strange way. A smile. That's what it was. Smiles meant happy. Happy was safe.

"That's right. I'm not going to hurt you." He was starting to understand her words more, though still not a lot. He understood what she was trying to get through, but he wasn't sure how to give it back to her.

"...no...hurt?" He tried. Maybe that would keep her passive. She smiled brighter. Now, looking at her face, he felt something strange. In his instinct, he knew what was happening. He felt himself connect to her, and suddenly he started to understand.

Names, words, people, places, objects, languages. They all flew into him in a matter of seconds, and soon he understood everything that she did. He could feel himself become smarter, and suddenly it was cut off. He blinked as he caught up with the new information that was in his mind. He knew enough to understand what the guns they were carrying did. That she would come up here unarmed...

"Do you have a name? A name?" She asked. His name? Suddenly, his brain hurt, and he looked down as he tried to remember it.

"My name..." He started. He stood up slowly, just now noticing the golden-colored clothing he was wearing. "My name is..."