Hey, I'm back.

Again.

With another short chapter.

I'll try to make the chapters longer from now on.

Chapter II: Confusion

The seraph named Lloyd Aurion felt overwhelmed.

The other two angels had left, leaving him behind to rest and recover. He lay curled up in his bed, eyes tight shut as he tried to remember his old friends, this place, and all they had done before his accident. He couldn't even remember what his accident had been.

Very quickly, staying in one place became more intolerable as his curiosity began to nag him. Maybe if he wandered this Derris-Kharlan place, he would see something that would trigger a memory. He wanted to meet the other angels, find out what the others were like, and if he ever knew any of them.

Becoming impatient, Lloyd slid off the bed and began to wander. When he found the door out of the infirmary, he walked through it and he found himself in the strangest place he had ever seen... though currently the only place he ever remembered being in was the room he had just left.

Above him was a glass dome, beyond which he could see the stars, glittering and distant pinpricks of light. All around him were tall buildings, and people flying around. They all had snow-white wings.

Other angels!

Come to think of it...

Lloyd looked over his shoulder. He didn't have wings, did he? Then how could he be an angel? Wait a moment... Yggdrasill had those weird shiny wings. Maybe he had the same kind of wings.

But how did he draw them?

He couldn't feel them, that was for sure. Lloyd tried to concentrate, picturing wings in his mind, but nothing happened. Maybe the amnesia messed him up more than he had first thought.

Realizing he would have to stay earthbound for now, he began to wander the 'city'. When one of the white-winged angels floated past him, he reached out and grabbed the angel by the arm.

"Hey," said Lloyd. "Do you remember me?"

"Please release me," said the angel, in a monotone.

"It's just, I lost my memory," Lloyd continued, his courage wavering. The other angel's stare was blank and emotionless, as if they were gems and not eyes at all.

"Please release me," repeated the angel.

Wordlessly, Lloyd did so, and the angel continued on its original route as if nothing had happened.

Lloyd tried this again with another angel, but received the exact same response. The angels would not respond to his questions and would only ask that he let them go.

Suddenly Lloyd felt tired. He sat down, back resting against a metal wall, stand stared up at the glass dome above him, and the angels floating by.

This place was so... empty. Its inhabitants were empty. Not just them either, but the place itself was just so... devoid of... anything. Everything. Lloyd wasn't sure if he was comfortable with this, but then, Mithos said this had once been his home. It must be his amnesia, Lloyd decided, that made this place seem so cold and alien.

Lloyd examined the back of his left hand, where a small violet gem rested on a bronze-colored mount.

An... Exsphere.

He recalled the name, vaguely what they were, and the function of the surrounding Key Crest, but could not remember where he had acquired his. He held his hand a little closer to his face to examine the gem and the Key Crest in more detail. The writing on the Crest seemed familiar, but he couldn't read it. He looked back at the Exsphere itself. There was something about it -

"Lord Lloyd."

The seraph's thoughts were interrupted. He turned at the sound of his name and saw another angel, with that strange glassy stare, float over to him.

"Lord Yggdrasill has summoned you," said the angel. "You are to meet him in his throne room."

"O...okay," said Lloyd, uncertainly. "Uh... where is the throne room?"

The angel pointed wordlessly down another path. Lloyd thanked the angel, but did not get a response.

Lloyd wandered around aimlessly, occasionally asking angels for directions. He had no idea how long it took him to reach the throne room, it could have been minutes or days.

When he did (at last) arrive, he found Yggdrasill was sitting on his throne, Yuan standing to his left. The two looked up as Lloyd approached; it seemed that they had been talking before Lloyd arrived.

Yggdrasill frowned. "You are late."

"Sorry," said Lloyd, nervously. "I forgot where the throne room was."

Yggdrasill's frown deepened, while Yuan smirked.

"Um... you needed me for something?" Lloyd asked, feeling a little foolish.

"Yes," Yggdrasill began, "I believe it is time I explained things to you, and when you understand, have a task for you."

A/N: And thus I leave you with another sorta cliffhanger.

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