Prologue
Where am I?
No one answered him...
His muscles were tetanized. He practically barely manage to move. Each exhalation was as a new mountain to be climbed up. Every noise he heard perced his ears by an impetuous and bitter lament. Everything was dull; blurred. He used all his force to lift a hand towards what he presumed to be the sky.
He felt then a clear liquid flowing from his hand's back. He turned his palm downwards his face where he deposed his long, fine and motionless fingers.
It was cold... It was strange... But it was so palpitating...
He began then feeling in the back the fidgeting of the plain, covered by an ingratiating zephyr that made fluctuate the humid meadow. He inhaled entirely the pure air of hills that reanimated him of his lethargy. He heard the birds' squeals around, as the light steps of the mammals surrounding him.
Then, when he opened eyes, everything seemed to him being illuminated by one dazzling whiteness, so much that he fluttered a bit his eyelashes where a soft thinning emerged from his eyelid. This tear trickled down from his neck, crossed it, before falling coldly on the short grass beneath.
Everything gave him the impression that it had been ages since he had felt such feelings... An indeterminate time as long that all he wanted was to drink ad nauseam those numerous emotions that he rediscovered finally again.
Yet... A question still resided...
Why was he there ?
And above all else...
Where were the others?