He awakened with a severe headache and absolute confusion. He winced and
set his head back on the hard ground. Everything smelled so fresh hear to
him, he could lie there a bit longer if his head needed.
But where was he? What was going on? Thinking made his head hurt. It was warm, almost too warm. And the air was very dry and had an odd aroma to it. He saw bright, yellow tinted sunlight even through his closed eyelids.
'Might as well open my eyes,' he thought to himself. He did so, squinting a bit at the suns intensity. The sky was azure with only a few well- defined clouds hanging motionless high above him. He groaned and his eyes started closing again to block out the light. But he felt something poke him in the side.
"AAAH!" He cried out, sitting bolt upright. He looked over to see what had poked him. It was a little girl wearing an orange dress holding a stick and looking more pleased with herself then anything.
He could not help himself from grinning at the child, who smiled broadly back at him. Suddenly another woman, older now and wearing a red and yellow dress, ran forward and seized the child, pulling her back into the darkness of a homely looking cave.
"Hm," the boy shrugged. He was sitting up, he might as well look around. At first glance it seemed he was in an empty town carved from the red rock of the desert canyons. But after a few seconds it became obvious that it was actually quite full of people, very nervous people. Curious and terrified eyes peered from windows and cracked open doors. Some townsfolk were even brave enough to stand in the daylight, studying the boy who now sat on the stone several feet from the candle. Everyone was waiting, but they knew not what for.
The boy stood up and looked down at himself. His skin was more pale then the skin of the tan girl and her mother. His chest was broad and his arms and shoulders and stomach were muscled and toned. He seemed to be dressed in only a loincloth made from a brown material. There was also a mark on his chest, but it just brought more confusion.
"Hm, not too bad," the boy said, forgetting his confusion as he stretched his sinewy arm. He felt something on his back and realized it was his hair. His hair was a golden hew that sparkled in the sun, it fell all the way down his back.
"His hair is like Sephiroth's!" he heard a whisper from a building to his left. He was struck by how well he heard it considering the distance.
A woman's voice responded to the first. "No, that evil man had silver hair....you don't think?"
"I have no idea."
"Excuse me," the boy called out to the people. "Is there food here?" He smiled at them.
"Hide, he knows we're here!"
"SH!"
"FOOD!" he shouted slowly. "You know, you eat it?"
He shook his head.
"I could give you food, odd stranger," said a voice behind him.
He turned around and saw an elderly man who stood about a head shorter then him. Regardless of his obvious age it was clear that this tan man was still very strong of limb. He looked at the boy with no fear, it was very refreshing to him.
"And perhaps you can tell me your story, and put some clothes on." The old man offered a small smile. The boy returned it. The entire town breathed a collective sigh of relief.
The boy looked around. "What was that?"
"Come along, my home is just this way."
But where was he? What was going on? Thinking made his head hurt. It was warm, almost too warm. And the air was very dry and had an odd aroma to it. He saw bright, yellow tinted sunlight even through his closed eyelids.
'Might as well open my eyes,' he thought to himself. He did so, squinting a bit at the suns intensity. The sky was azure with only a few well- defined clouds hanging motionless high above him. He groaned and his eyes started closing again to block out the light. But he felt something poke him in the side.
"AAAH!" He cried out, sitting bolt upright. He looked over to see what had poked him. It was a little girl wearing an orange dress holding a stick and looking more pleased with herself then anything.
He could not help himself from grinning at the child, who smiled broadly back at him. Suddenly another woman, older now and wearing a red and yellow dress, ran forward and seized the child, pulling her back into the darkness of a homely looking cave.
"Hm," the boy shrugged. He was sitting up, he might as well look around. At first glance it seemed he was in an empty town carved from the red rock of the desert canyons. But after a few seconds it became obvious that it was actually quite full of people, very nervous people. Curious and terrified eyes peered from windows and cracked open doors. Some townsfolk were even brave enough to stand in the daylight, studying the boy who now sat on the stone several feet from the candle. Everyone was waiting, but they knew not what for.
The boy stood up and looked down at himself. His skin was more pale then the skin of the tan girl and her mother. His chest was broad and his arms and shoulders and stomach were muscled and toned. He seemed to be dressed in only a loincloth made from a brown material. There was also a mark on his chest, but it just brought more confusion.
"Hm, not too bad," the boy said, forgetting his confusion as he stretched his sinewy arm. He felt something on his back and realized it was his hair. His hair was a golden hew that sparkled in the sun, it fell all the way down his back.
"His hair is like Sephiroth's!" he heard a whisper from a building to his left. He was struck by how well he heard it considering the distance.
A woman's voice responded to the first. "No, that evil man had silver hair....you don't think?"
"I have no idea."
"Excuse me," the boy called out to the people. "Is there food here?" He smiled at them.
"Hide, he knows we're here!"
"SH!"
"FOOD!" he shouted slowly. "You know, you eat it?"
He shook his head.
"I could give you food, odd stranger," said a voice behind him.
He turned around and saw an elderly man who stood about a head shorter then him. Regardless of his obvious age it was clear that this tan man was still very strong of limb. He looked at the boy with no fear, it was very refreshing to him.
"And perhaps you can tell me your story, and put some clothes on." The old man offered a small smile. The boy returned it. The entire town breathed a collective sigh of relief.
The boy looked around. "What was that?"
"Come along, my home is just this way."