They said that when change happens, things fall apart. You'd have thought that they would be able to keep themselves together, but they regress. Only with a strong bond have they ever held together.
Dark. Cold. His eyes snapped awake, as if that would give him clarity. All he saw was a pitch blackness: the room was dark. He tried to turn to the side, but he was unable to move. The only sounds he heard were his own breaths and his eyes snapping from one side to the other. He was nervous: He could hardly remember a thing before now. He tried to open his mouth and speak, but all that came out were a few hoarse whispers.
"s-sis? a-are you there?" he called, unsure if a response would come.
The room remains silent for a few more seconds. A voice speaks up from the darkness. Not the softspoken voice of his sister, but an even-toned, calm woman.
Ssssshhhhh. It's alright, child. Your sister is safe.
He twitches. Even though the voice is reassuring, it still unnerves him. "W-who are you?"
The voice only responded with the phrase: All in due time.
Something inside him sparked: he was remembering something.
...
Pain.