Two years ago
Where am I?
What am I?
Who am I?
It hurts... so badly...
The last thing I remember is...Fire...
Present
"Ben! What are you doing?"
Ben winced as his parents voices rang out in the night.
He let out a sigh, knowing what this meant, the children of the village knew it to as they let out groans of protest and the other adults just frowned, displeased that the song had come to an end.
With a small goodbye, Ben hurriedly walked down the path, nearer to the forest, his father was a wood worker thats why they lived closer to the forest than most people of the village.
His father glared at him, carrying an Ax in his hands, he could see his mother glaring at him through the window of their small wooden house, that his father had built himself.
Ben tried to explain himself "I was-"
"What have I told you about going into the village town without our permission boy?" His father growled at him angrily.
His parents liked to keep him close, Ben knew the reason for it was good but still...
Ben said "I didn't mean to, the people of the village wanted me to sing to them, they even paid me for it, look-"
"No! You can't sing to them! Your voice is unnatural, know one should hear it, you would use it to trick them"
"No-" Ben protested.
"Don't talk back boy! We accepted you into this family because of the goodness of our hearts and this is how you repay us?" His father growled.
You accepted me into this family to keep your real son alive, Ben thought back but didn't dare say it.
"Ben! Timmy needs you again!" His mother suddenly screamed, she was out of the house, her eyes panicking.
He quickly walked into the house, his father following from behind, Ben ran into one of the almost empty rooms.
Their real son lay in blankets on a small bed, he was shivering badly, sweat covered his forehead, he was extremely ill and his suddenly let out a loud scream.
Sitting up but his eyes unseeing.
"Help him!" Bens father snapped.
Ben ran towards Timmy, their 17 year old son and put his palm on his sweaty forehead, a glow came from his palm, Ben muttered a few words that came to him from almost nowhere and Timmy's eyes fluttered shut then he slumped back down onto the bed.
The shivering and moaning stopped as Timmy once again slept soundlessly.
Ben was adopted two years ago, he was found near the villagers lake, with no memory of who he was or how he got there, he was taken in by Terry Urah and Amelia Urah, though only once they found out he could help their sick son Timmy with some sort of strange gift he possessed.
They made him call them mother and father, and they didn't like him going away from the house, away from their sick son who could need Ben at any moment. And his gifts were strange, he was stronger than a young adult his age and faster, his voice when he sung was also different, full of ancient magic that made people stop and listen or full of the devils words in his adopted parants opinion.
The Man in charge of the small village figured that Ben must of been orphaned when the great dragon, attacked many villages and cites that were near the mountains and either suffered something traumatic to make him forget his past or hit his head to hard, in the wrong place.
The Urah family picked his name for him as he didn't know his old name, Ben the Urah's had chosen, a completely normal, ordinary name, everything Ben wasn't but everything the Urah family wished him to be.