This is a story... The story of a boy... Lost in a world... He didn't even know existed... Like he didn't know he did...

This is my story, of all that I know, of what I am, of all I remember, of when I met a gunman in a long flowing red coat.

I was lying there a pain in my side, I could feel the heat of what I knew to be blood seeping down my side, but I did not know who I was, I still do not know, after all these long years of searching, in the wake of the man who had saved my life, all I remember is him taking on a group of men garbed in green when a shell hit... I don't know from where... I just know it hit... Him.

That is the story of the day I survived, I am now the man in red, though I know no amount of training will raise me to the same level as he was, I suspect he wasn't even human.

Most people suspect I am about fifteen but none know for sure, nobody on this planet has seen me before... It would seem

But I know I exist because I am here, garbed in red, still in pain from the bullet embedded in my shoulder... There is one thing I have promised never to forget... The face of the man with the gun... And the cloak