His name is Taako, and he has an umbrella.
It's a little weird that he has it because it's not raining. He may not remember where he got it from, but he's not stupid; he knows you open an umbrella in the rain and you hold it over your head because it keeps you dry. Having an umbrella when it's not raining doesn't make sense, but it doesn't matter. It's bright red and when he opens it up it's bigger than the size of his head and he has a little trouble holding it up.
That's what he knows.
What he doesn't know is a lot more. He doesn't remember where he got the umbrella, but it's even weirder and worse not to remember what came before that. He takes cautious glances around him and tries to figure it out, eyes darting back and forth, but there aren't even any buildings. When he looks down at his feet, he sees an elven boy blinking back at him and knows it's his own reflection. Things are so uncertain, but that's a welcome sight.
The black and shiny surface of the floor below isn't. He doesn't remember his feet ever touching any other floor, but something deep and instinctive inside him knows that the ground isn't supposed to be like that. He can't explain it, like most things. He's keeping track of the things he can't explain, and when he sees little flakes float through the air, he feels like he should shiver. But it's not snow.
Umbrella, ground, not-snow.
"I'm Taako," he repeats to himself with certainty. He takes a deep breath and moves forward. "And I have an umbrella."
As he drags the umbrella with him against the glass, it agrees. These are the facts.
It's not quite a fact, but the other thing he knows is that he needs to keep moving. There are some things, maybe, that you know without the words for them. Occasionally his stomach growls and reminds him that he's hungry, or his legs start to wobble and remind him that he's been walking for quite a long time, but he has a feeling he's used to this. Whenever he feels like stopping, he takes a short rest and then continues onward.
He does this until the sun starts setting, and then he's too tired.
"I'm Taako," he tells himself again like it's going to help him. Maybe he's just afraid he's going to forget - after all, he's forgotten everything else. "I'm an elf. I have an umbrella."
When he finally stops, it's because he can't keep going anymore. The world starts spinning and getting to be so far away, his entire body hurts with hunger, and words don't feel like his anymore. He tries to ignore it like everything else, but he can't do that forever, and the umbrella clatters to the ground first.
"No," he whimpers. As he hits the ground beside it, he claws frantically for it, grasping the handle with little fingers and pulling it as close as he can. "Please, don't go."
The next thing is not a sight at all. It's the feeling of hands on him, and then the feeling of being held in someone's arms. He can't open his eyes to see, but they're holding him gently, so he figures it might be okay. At that point, there's not a lot of thinking, either. "I'm Taako," he informs whatever's holding him. "I have an umbrella."
"I can see that, Taako," says a voice. "It's okay. You're okay."
"I'm an elf," he replies, dazed.
"Mhm." He's being held up close now like something is trying to keep him safe and warm, and he feels that they're moving. That's good. Taako knows they should keep moving. "Listen, Taako, my name's Angus, and this is June. We're going to go on a little ride, okay?"
"Why?" He asks. He thinks he asks. No one answers.
"Okay," he agrees after a moment.
"Okay," says Angus.
Another thing that Taako knows, that he's barely able to think of as he feels the figure stepping somewhere else, is that you don't normally trust or talk to strangers. This is another thing that, like an umbrella's uses, just seems like something to know and understand. Normally, he thinks, he might bristle against the touch of this person or feel afraid when they start to move.
"It might feel a little weird for a sec," says Angus. "You're okay, though."
But Taako only has one concern. "Don't take my umbrella."
"We won't," the man called Angus promises.
When Taako sleeps, he dreams of static.