Prologue
Alone. Why did this feeling feel so familiar. Only a single memory and thought in his mind. He remembered a boy. A young boy, caught within the struggle of two worlds. His enemy. But why did it feel like his friend? Then there was the girl. He remembered her face, glistening with the tears streaking down her face. Her hand, reaching out for his…
Fade.
With this ever present thought, he got up and started across the many sand dunes, to the storms raging in the distance…