"Aradin!"
A young boy got up from his bed. The boy was average-looking; coal black hair, bright blue eyes...the only thing that made him stand out was a bright green 'W' on his left hand. He always asked when he was younger just how he got it, but his "parents" had absolutely no idea how. He also asked why it burned every time he would put it in water, but it was the same answer; they had no idea.
Aradin got himself dressed and walked downstairs to the kitchen, seeing his mother slaving over a hot stove, his father reading the newspaper, and his little sister trying to wash dishes.
He had also wondered early in his childhood how he could look so different than his "parents." His mother nor father had coal-black hair, blue eyes, or a marking upon them. So how could he have looked so different?
It was then he was told that he was adopted, and it was at that point he kept asking who his actual parents were. And, just like the many questions he had asked them, they had no clue. They found him as a baby fourteen years ago on their stoop, and the only thing they could remember from that night was the sound of a monkey in the distance.
"Aradin, I thought you'd never wake up!" His father told him. "Sit down; your breakfast is already cold as it is!"
Aradin sat down at the table.
"I had such an odd dream." Aradin said as he had his breakfast.
Lately, Aradin had began stange dreams. They were so confusing...and yet they felt familiar...
"What dream was it?" His younger sister Caraline asked. "Was it the one with the green lady again? Or was it the one with the scarecrow?"
"I can't remember which one..." Aradin said, rubbing his head. He had a faint memory of his dream. "But I do remember a monkey..."
"Monkeys, scarecrows, green ladies..." His mother said. "It's just your imagination running wild."