Note: The italicized part is a narration, but the rest of the story will be in Alfred's POV, just wanted to clear that up.

The sea breeze brushed lightly against the cold yet warm body that lays against the sand. The waves licked the bare feet of the nearly dead boy, making a chill run up the unconscious body. The sun just started to peer over the horizon and the beams of warmth glistened against the cast water welcoming the bright figure like it has done since it was first made. The warm rays of light expands across the sky and the environment, finding the cold body turning blue. The lights warmth meld with the wind as the flow of air circled around the boy, trying to make the body feel warmth; it was like the wind was concerned for the blonde, wanting him to live longer. "Wake up." The gentle wind whispers into the hollow ear. "You're still needed in this world. You still have a role to play; you can't die yet."

As if giving what the wind wanted, the body started up again. The cells started roaming around again; the heart started pumping; his chest was taking in the air it needed. The boy's body regained it's color, but his used-to-be-tanned skin was now pale. His chest kept rising and falling, showing the environment the little sign of life still left in him. His brain was working up a storm, sending messages to every part of the body; one certain message, sent to the eyelids, made his sky blue eyes visible to the world.

ooo...Nobody...ooo

The only thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the sky. I knew there were other senses, but it seems that they're not working...yet. I moved what I thought was my feet and felt the cold water wash up over them. So I can feel and see, but what else? I focused on the waves that I felt and soon was able to hear them. I smiled at the relaxing sound, and wondered if I could see the waves, too.

I moved my fingers and felt them sink into soft mushy dirt. I made a face at the weird feeling, and tried to sit up. I put all my weight on my one arm then turned to sit up. I gazed out in front of me and saw the sea. It's beautiful!

My smile grew as I stared into the horizon, seeing the morning lights cascade over the sea. I inhaled the air around the sea and I could smell the fresh air. It was pleasant; I wonder what it tastes like. Not knowing if I could walk, I slowly stood up on the soft dirt. I looked down at my feet and realize the dirt was actually sand. I laughed at myself them looked back out at the sea. It was still this same, but I knew it probably wasn't. Water flows continuously, so the water you stare at rarely stays in the same spot. I started to walk forward and I felt myself go deeper into the water.

Once my waist was under the water, I stopped walking and scooped up some water into my hands. The water was warm and as I raised my hand it dripped through my fingers. I put most of the water I could in my mouth, but I ended up spitting it out. That's salty. Yuck. I wiped my mouth on my arm and wiped my wet hands on my shorts. Shorts?

I glanced at my body and saw the damp clothes clinging to my body. At least I'm not naked. I chuckled then felt my shirt. It's wet, but why? I don't remember putting my entire body in the water, or did I? I looked back at the shore. Did I just wash up on the shore? If so, then where did I wash up from? I don't remember.

What is it that I don't remember? I try to remember anything; anything that could've happened to me, anyone I could possibly know, family, friends, anyone. Do I remember anything? No. I don't remember anything; nothing.

As I go deeper into my thoughts, I hear a splash; it came from the shore, so I focused on it, trying to see what made the noise. Oops; I mean who. A person was walking stiffly into the water as they head toward me. The figure got closer and I started to see what it looked like. The person looks male, has ashy blonde hair, looks like he has green eyes, and...holy mother of pearl...his eyebrows! They're huge! They could be mistaken as caterpillars that live on his face. His face...looks like he's mad. Why?

He was close enough for me to hear him speak, so he shouted. "You're bloody insane!" I blinked. What an awesome thing to say to a stranger. He came up next to my side and I looked down at him. "Are you bloody mad? The sharks might get you?" Sharks? Just where the hell am I? I didn't know if I could speak so I just stared at him. His face was getting redder as his anger grew. "Idiot!" He grabbed my wrist and started pulling me back to the beach. "Are you trying to die out here?" He waited for an answer but I didn't say anything. "Are you deaf?" I chuckled and his head turned. "So you can hear me. Then why haven't you answered any of my questions?" Because they're useless questions to answer.

We were on the beach now, and he let go of my wrist. He turned to me and placed his hands on his hips to show that he was angry; I laughed at the girly pose. He just stared at me; looking my up and down, he noticed my clothes and locked eyes with me. "Why are you soaked?" I sighed. "Did you try to kill yourself?" He looked a bit worried; he probably doesn't want to mess with a suicidal person, but if I was, which I'm not...I think, I would've been fighting against him. I shook my head and he sighed with relief. He then looked at me intently. "The why are you on this beach?"

I was starting to get irritated by his nonstop asking, but just shrugged. Now he was annoyed. I wanted to speak to him, to tell him that I really don't know, but I didn't know if I had a voice. As if to just try and speak, I opened my mouth and forced out a sound. "Ah..." My excitement rose and I spoke the sentences forming in my mind. "Look, I honestly don't know why I'm here." He didn't believe me and I groaned. "Dude, I'm telling you the truth. I just woke up oh the beach, soaked and no recollection on how I wound up here. I believe I washed up on the shore, but I don't know how or why." He blinked and I started to go off, asking my own questions. "How did I end up here? Why did I wash up on the shore? Where the hell did I come from? Where the heck am I? Why can't I remember anything?" I paused and thought of the last question; I calmed down and asked it with the sadness in my voice showing. "Who am I?"

Note: Like all my other stories, this is a small intro. I've had this story written out for a while, but i've been too busy and lazy to type it up, but here it is :) I hope you like it, it's a slight twist, and a very different type of story i've ever wrote.

Thanks for reading! R&R.