A/N: I have to say I'm impressed. This isn't a very popular fandom, seriously. It only has 27 stories including this one. But already I have someone following me, and 1 review? Nice. Well, now I know I have to keep this up. And honestly, I had a lot of free time and I just really wanted to continue with this, I have a lot of plans after all. So you can have a chapter a bit earlier than expected, consider it a thanks for checking this story out. ;)

Chapter 2

Reunion

The last pain he felt was the pain and his vision began to darken. Burning, burning, he felt his life ebbing away as the lava rose above him and turned his body to ashes, leaving nothing but his twin souls to answer the call of the life thread, and dust was gone.

But his eyes fluttered open as he woke up, he was back in the glade. Dust was weak, finding it hard to stand. Why am I here? He knew he'd died, he felt his death like it had been seconds before, but.. How was he here? He got up, grunting with the effort and looked around, he was definitely in the glade again, or was this just a dream? Was he dead and reliving that day as his own personal paradise... What day?

He couldn't think clearly, his head felt like it was bleeding. Memories flooded his head, making it impossible to think straight. Most of them he couldn't make sense of, but he did remember waking up in this same glade once before, taking hold of a talking sword, Ahrah. Ahrah.. He remembered Ahrah, and.. I keep seeing that name, Dust. Is it important to me? Maybe its mine.

More memories flashed before his eyes, well besides the ones he was having already, but these were clearer than the others. No, it can't be. My names Jin, or is it Cassius? But.. It has to be Dust. I.. Don't understand this.

Dust broke into a run, he didn't know where he was going, but he had to run. Memories were still buzzing inside him, giving him a headache. All these memories, I just don't understand.. Who am I? I died but.. I'm back here. I should understand with all these memories, but its just too clouded.

Dust closed his eyes for a second, trying to clear his head. He focused on one of his memories that was the clearest, that talking sword. He remembered the first time he'd held Ahrah, and do focused on that one memory, blocking out all the others. Suddenly he felt cold metal in his hand, and Dust opened his eyes, seeing the sword he had held from the beginning, symbols glowing with a bright white light.

"Dust... How?" Ahrah said to the one he had fought with two years agago, the one he had guided. But who Ahrah saw now was different. Dust felt more like he'd done when they'd first met than he had when the lava had killed him. The sword soon realized that the Dust standing here was clueless than he'd ever been before, his mind was shattered like glass.

"I don't understand.." Dust murmured as he ran, but he began to slow as his eyes unfocused. A memory, more powerful than any other, flooded his mind, blocking out all the rest.

"You Murderer! My parents did nothing wrong!" That voice echoed in his head, he recognised it as Jin's, but he still didn't understand why.

Dust felt another voice in this memory, a crueler, harsher one. Cassius. "You have been decieved little one, your parents turned against their king. An act of pure treason. What resistance there was, was lead by your family alone." Dust could feel the power behind that voice, the rage, the anger. This man had killed so many...

Jin's voice was full of hatred for Cassius, Dust felt it even as a memory. "You destroyed my village.. Murdered my friends and family.. You will not survive this day!" Jin had a dagger in his hand, Dust already knew what he had come to do.

"I take no joy in slaughtering one as young as you, child. But you have forced my hand."

Dust felt a sharp pain in his head as he remembered the charging cries of Jin and Cassius, and he cried out, stumbling slightly and the sword was no longer in his grip. I dropped it! But I can't stop running, I'm so close. But what am I close to, its all so uncertain, if only these memories would help me make sense of all this. My name is Dust, I understand that now, but what of Jin and Cassius. I remember parts of their past so clearly, as if they are my own memories, but its impossible. I can't be three people, let alone two! I'll make sense of this, I just need to keep running.

Dust only stopped suddenly when he ears someone shout his name. Fidget.. I remember you. Fidget and Ahrah, your two of my best friends. I know that, but I can't stay with you, I need to figure this out on my own. He took one painful look in the direction of the voice, before sprinting away as fast as he could. "I'm sorry.." He said under his breath, running as quickly as he could.

Dust woke up lying under a tree, though he didn't remember falling asleep. The dreams he'd had were nothing but nightmares, only memories of the people he'd killed as Cassius. Their dying screams still echoing in his mind like he'd ended them mere seconds earlier, the feeling made a pit in his stomach.

The sleep had helped, apart from the dreams. He could think clearer now, sorting through the important memories was becoming less of a chore, more of a pleasure. He spent about an hour trying to remember the essential parts.

He knew for sure his name was Dust, it cropped up too often in his memories for it to be someone else's. But he was still unsure as to why Jin and Cassius' memories felt like his own. That, he just couldn't pin point. Maybe they'd been my close friends? No, no. That can't be it. But that day, that memory is so vivid, so clear. I feel like I was there. But.. Jin and Cassius, I know they killed each other, how could I have just stood back and watched them die? Unless I wasn't actually there. He felt another memory crop up, one that made him wonder. I remember.. Jin had a sister, Ginger. I.. I talked to her. She survived the attack on the village. Maybe if I can find her, maybe she'll know what happened. Maybe she'll know more about me.

Dust got to his feet, looking in the direction of Aurora Village. Ginger.. She lives there, in that village. I know it. He walked slowly, still feeling weak from what had happened, he'd only been brought back alive mere hours ago. His hat hung low over his face as he walked, it felt right to him, and he knew he'd dressed like his all the time, never really revealing his face. Until I lost my hat in that volcano. Dust winced slightly, pushing that memory down as far as he could. That was his worst memory, and he wished he could forget that pain.

As he walked closer to the village, he noticed the house of the hill, instantly recognising it as Gingers. He felt an urge to get there quickly, he desperately wanted to see her, but he didn't understand why. Does she mean something to me? Were we something before I.. He shook the thoughts away, approaching the village. Seeing the faces of two whom he recognised as Bean and Calum. But when they saw him, the expressions on their faces were a little more than shocked.

"Du-st?" Bean said, his eyes wide as he clutched his spear. "I can't believe it.. We all thought you were dead."

Dust had forgotten about that, if he'd died, he must have been mourned, hadn't he? Was there people who'd mourned him when he'd passed? He hoped so, he really didn't want to be forgotten, like dirt on some old road. "Well.. I'm not." He said, frowning slightly. How could he explain it to the people, if he didn't understand how he was back himself? It would be best to deny I was ever dead. That way, I won't confuse myself even more.

Relief spread across Beans face, but Calum was still wary. "Ginger said you'd gone in a volcano, you might be one of those monsters trying to fool us and get in the village."

Bean shook his head, looking at Dust. "Don't mind Calum, he's always like this. It's great to see you again Dust, have the two years been treating you well?"

That sentence jolted Dust. Two years! I've been dead for two years? It feels like seconds like that volcano. How do I even know Ginger would want to see me, or maybe she'd moved on by now, to a different village. I have to make sure. "Yes, I've been fine, Bean. But I really need to see Ginger, is she here?"

Bean gave a nod. "Yeah, she's up on the hill. I'm sure she'll be relieved to see you. After all, she's the one who'd told us you'd disappeared, it took her a while to get back to normal."

Ginger.. I'm sorry, did I hurt you that much when I died, was I close to you? If only I knew, then I'd be able to understand, to say sorry. But until then, all I can say is sorry. Dust nodded to Bean, before passing by them, not giving them a second glance. Ginger, I have to see you.

He ran as fast as he could, up, up, passing by Moska before he could even react to Dust's presence. Dust stopped running when he got to the top of the hill, his eyes widening. Ginger. There she was, staring sadly at the ground, her back turned to him. Why was she so sad?

"This is the second year. Its hard to realize you've been gone for that long. Dust.. Why couldn't you have stayed?" Ginger murmured sadly, closing her eyes.

Dust's heart skipped a beat. This is.. this is the second year? This day.. Its the anniversary of my.. "Ginger." He said quietly, just loud enough for her to hear.

Ginger frowned slightly, turning round, and her eyes widened. Dust. There he was, standing behind her, dressed in the same clothes he always was. She was confused, but right now she didn't care. He was standing there looking at her, and most importantly, he was alive. Ginger ran to him, hugging him, tears running down her face. "I knew you'd come back.. I knew you couldn't be completely gone.."

Dust was shaken at first. She's hugging me. I must really.. I must really mean that much to her. Were we friends, or something more? "Ginger.. I-" She cut him off, breaking off the hug and pulling him into her house, closing the door behind him.

"I'm sorry, its just. It's weird, seeing you again."

Dust thinned his lips, he didn't know how to respond. "Ginger.. I need your help."

She looked at him, frowning slightly. "What for? Dust, is everything alright?"

He sighed. "Yes, its just. I can't remember."

A/N: Well, now I know I have to continue writing tomorrow, expect to see another chapter tomorrow night! Honestly, the story is going to get more interesting from here on out. It wont just be a long drawn out proscess of Dust getting his memories back, trust me. That'll be over in the next chapter, or the one after, I'm not to sure yet. Lets just say he'll have all his memories back in the next few chapters, okay? Well, time for me to go play some Dust while I relax, gotta get more than 100% on my save file!