His name was Auron.

The voice had told him that, and left him to dwell in his darkness, in his silence.

Why was he here?

Why am I here?

He felt like he was moving. He wasn't sure how, or where, but he was definitely moving.

….

Auron.

Who are you?

I'm a friend.

He felt some assurance at that, but…

Am I dead?

Silence followed his answer.

Do you want to be? Are you prepared for what death has to offer you?

What?

You aren't dead. Just try to remember.

I'm not?

Remember.

…I remember… the summoner.

Summoner. Do you know her name?

Y…Yu… something.

Just try. You'll remember.

He tried to remember. She was… daughter of… B...Braska? Braska. But when he tried to remember her…

I... can't. It hurts.

It'll take some time, Auron. But I promise… you'll remember. And when you do, you'll understand why.

Why what?

Why you are alive, when death attempted to claim you.