Far away in another dimension there is a planet, a planet similar to our own, but with endless possibilities. Many of the citizens in the planet have witnessed adventure first hand and have told their tales continuously for many generations. Tales of glory, betrayal, and love, but now it's time for a new tale to unfold. A tale of how a boy with no past finds his own adventure on his journey to find his lost memories.

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Our tale begins in the hospital room of a coma patient who after a terrible accident has awakened to find his family gathered around him.

Warren's consciousness drifted in his mind, slowly making him believe he was dead. White light and the faces of people who he could not name reassured him that he clearly was not dead.

A woman wearing a shining red dress stared into his eyes and grew very, very pale, as if she has seen a ghost.

"We thought you were gone." The statement grim as it was puzzled warren to the point of him making a face. His nose caught a whiff of something atrocious. His nose registered that the smell was the room he was in. It had obviously been cleaned a thousand times.

"Where am I?" Thought Warren as his eyes traveled the room. Posters on some type of illness and ads for medication are the first to land his somewhat conscious attention.

The man with the blown jacket suddenly stands and walks toward the women in the red dress.

"I'm going to go get a doctor." The mans' voice was soft and seemed to be in pain like there's some memory plaguing him, but the women pay no attention to the tone of the mans' voice and only nods.

The man leaves and the room once again returns to silence, save the slow beeping of Warrens heart monitor. Another thought crosses his mind as he spots a gold cross around the women's neck, but the thought is interrupted by a cacophony of footsteps.

Doctors enter the room and begin talking to the women all at once and Warren begins to regret waking up.

"My boy," One of the more talkative doctor's puts his attention on Warren. "Can you speak?"

Warren nods "yes"

Looks of relief appears and the doctor smiles and in a way that's short and to the point speaks. "Warren, you were in a terrible accident that left you comatose and quite frankly If I wasn't here witnessing it I'd tell anyone who told me you were awake that they were a loony."

"When can we take him home?" Asked the women with the red dress who was now fiddling with her cross.

"We have a few tests to run, but you'll be able to bring him home today." The doctor smiles,

"Home." Thought Warren. A word so simple; but carries so much.

After many tests that challenge both his mind and physical capability Warren is awarded a trip home. Unfortunately every reward comes with a price and Warrens is his memory. The doctors sat that somehow his subconscious has made his memories inaccessible. They seem to be there, but Warren can't get to them. Another doctor pointed out that it could be a safety mechanism of some kind protecting Warren from some memory of an ineffable tragedy, but no one was really sure. Warren wondered if they even truly had his welfare in mind.

The women who had worn the red dress was Warrens adopted mom and her name was Mary-Anne. The man with the brown coat was Warren's adopted father and he would come to call him Travis.

"Travis and Mary-Anne, Mary-Anne and Travis." Warren mulled over the names in his mind to try and spark something, anything, but nothing came and he turned his attention to the car window. Outside was a huge city; people lined the sidewalks in lines, some trying to quiet hungry babies in strollers, other tapping their feet to some rhythm that only their brains knew.

"We know that you just came from the hospital, but we'd like you to continue school tomorrow." Came Travis' voice from the driver's seat.

"Travis! Give the boy some time." Barked Mary-Anne. Warren sank in his seat. School was defiantly a word he remembered.

They continued driving until they arrived at a church which stood extremely tall leaving Warren feeling small and insignificant. Travis parked near the door and went around to the other side opening Mary-Anne's door and Warrens.

"C'mon boy; don't be lazy. Father Albert isn't gonna stop mass just because we're late." Travis ruffled Warrens' hair and he didn't like that at all, but he kept quiet as they entered the church then took their seats.

Father Albert's voice drifted to Warrens' ears, but only Warrens' eyes paid attention. They furiously scanned the room skillfully looking at everyone and everything. From the beautiful stained glass windows to the girl down the pew who seemed to be praying, Warren glanced around the room again until Mary-Anne tapped his arm.

"Manna; take some and pass it down." She handed him a plate full of some type of bread which he took a small bite of and passed it down. It tasted like ash in his mouth. He would have to drink a whole lake to get rid of the taste from his mouth. This religion thing; was defiantly not his thing. Warren hoped that after what he had already been through god wouldn't punish him for not enjoying…whatever this was. Though Warrens mind wandered he decided to keep quiet and watch the bee that was flying over the heads of the church goers. A thought crossed Warren's mind and he let out a chuckle.

"Warren what's so funny?" Came Mary-Anne's voice.

"Nothing; just a thought." From then Warren didn't make a sound, which was fine, nobody seemed to notice.

When mass was over everyone was ushered out into the lobby talking in a cacophony of tones. Warren caught bits and pieces about war, death, religion, and love, but none of those things caught his attention.

Someone bumped into him which made him momentarily stagger. "I'm so sorry." Came a small feminine voice from behind. Warren turned to look and couldn't believe his eyes.

She was beautiful.