January 16th, 2005
Irene Close's basement,
Clearbrook, Massachusetts.
He awoke in a dim room. There was a woman looking eagarly at His face.
His last memory was of death.
"Oh, you're awake! That took long enough..."
He closed His eyes against the thundering sound of her voice.
"Where...?" He could barely speak. He knew His body was healing, trying to recouperate. He was in pain, He hadn't felt pain in... well, not since He had died.
"You're in my basement, which looks more like a lab at this point. I can't beleive this..."
He felt Himself finally healing. He tested His power, feeling blue sparks jump from His fingers.
"I thought... how did you...?"
"Don't ask, you don't want to know. Wait 'til I tell them what I've done, the snobs. They said it couldn't happen---"
The woman cut off with a gasp as He sat up.
"How are you... How can you be ready to move already?!"
He looked at her as if she were insane. He was a Wizard, it was simple for him.
She had short brown hair, and wore a grey shirt over blue pants, both made of material He didn't recognize. She watched him with wide, brown eyes, red lips open slightly as she stared in awe.
"But... you just woke up! This is impossible, you should still be..."
He ignored her and looked around the room, letting her talk to herself. The walls and floor were stone, there were no windows. A wooden staircase led up past the ceiling. He assumed there was a door there. Tables made of something white that didn't look like metal or stone lined the walls, covered in countless unfamiliar objects. He cleared His throat and the woman stopped talking.
"Where," He spoke, silky voice restored, "are we?"
"In my basement."
He awarded her an annoyed look.
"We're in the U.S...."
He raised a perfect eyebrow. She blushed, looking flustered.
"Sorry... you've been dead for a long time, um... we're across the ocean from where you were excavat---found."
He felt His heartbeat grow faster, another thing that hadn't happened since He'd... died.
"How long..." He pulled on an auburn curl, "How long have I been dead?"
As she hesitated He realized belatedly that He was in a bed and wearing nothing but a blanket. He could have cared less, such situations had been everyday life for Him.
"Um..." she muttered a few things under her breath, "let's see, uh... about 960 years."
He drew in a breath. That was a long time... He had been only a little over a thousand when He'd died...
"So," the woman started, "My name is Irene. You'll be staying here until I can re-introduce you to society..." she pushed a strand of brown hair behind her ear.
Something occured to Him. He let His blue eyes find hers.
"You don't know what I am," He asked her, "do you?"
She laughed, answering his question, "You're a man, aren't you?"
He almost told her, but something held Him back. He let her beleive what she wanted to. He smiled shyly and laughed a little along with her. She pushed her hair back again and smiled.
"So... what's your name?"
He looked at her, wondering why she hadn't noticed He was speaking her language flawlessly. He decided it was better if she never did. His azure eyes glowed breifly and he smiled reassuringly as the question was erased from her mind.
"Kraydak. My name is Kraydak."