Normal POV:

Five years before…..

There was a faint explosion was heard from 100 miles but that didn't bother the farm animals much. They were just sleeping away into their dreamland, hoping that morning will come once again. Silence was suddenly interrupted when the farm dog sense something from afar. This dog belonged to a family that owns the land, about 25 acres; they are simple and quiet folk that enjoys a day of farming fruits and vegetable then sell them downtown. Simple farm folk!

But now things are gonna change, for the family dog has sense something in the air. He snuffed once…then he sniffed it again. There is an intruder on their land….and he's heading this way. Without giving a second thought, the dog gave a howl, loud enough to alert the farm. It didn't take the head of the family long to exit his house.

He was a tall yet firm, brown bomber with thick brows and deep hazel eyes. His name is Amon and he brought his spear and flashlight while approaching his dog, who was wildly running around him. Despite his strict appearance, he is kind-hearted and loyal to his friends and family; He knelt down to ease his hyper canine while staying on topic.

"What troubling you, Bo? What is it?"

Bo ran forward out of the gate then stopped, barking out loud once more. "I see…There an unwelcomed night intruder on my family land. I best go after him…" He started with hard eyes of determination to protect his farm and family.

"Amon? What is happening?"

A soft voice called out to him. Amon turned at the front door, there standing was a slim figure, peering out of the curtains; a thin light blue bomber with deep skin color and thin brows but has light green eyes that seems like they're glowing. She was Amon's wife. "Don't worry, Jem…Me and Bo are going to find out what was all the commotion is about, just stay inside with the twin, okay?" Jem nodded, understanding her husband's responsibilities as owner of his family's land that been pass on for generation.

"Mama? What going on?

"Mama, where's Daddy?"

Jem returned back inside to her children, trying to assure them that it was nothing to be worried about while Amon followed Bo deep within the forest.

After 10min. Bo has got a strong sense that was coming up ahead, Amon followed him even further until he saw something on the ground. At first, he thought it was just a dead animal but when he got closer, he was shocked to find a bomber, lying dead on the grass in the middle of the forest. Amon steadily approaches him, getting a closer look at the fallen figure.

This dark-colored bomber, with these large lightning bolt shaped eye brows, yet he didn't even look like he's fully grown…in fact, he look like that he is somewhere around the age of 13-15. His clothing was the color of dark blue suit with matching rubber glove…the other glove is missing and a dull, yellow belt with an empty slot inside, Amon figured that the symbol of that empty slot must've broken off somewhere, he even noticed that there was lightning logo on his fore hood. This bomber's outfit was tatter, dusty and burnt. Amon noticed that this young bomberman has several scratches on him but has a loose bandage, covering his left eye. He removed it and became disgusted by the deeply cut wound, while his left brows was damage with the tip broken off. This bomber looks similar to a fallen samurai that just survive from a near-death experience but struggling to live.

Amon lowered down his flashlight and spear than checked the bomber's pulse…..he's alive, thankfully….but barely. Amon turned to his canine companion….

"Bo, lead the way back! This young bomber needs medical treatment, now!"

Bo obeyed leading his master down the path they taken while Amon quickly gathered his things and carried the unconscious bomber on his back and ran after his guide. It didn't take the farmer long to return to his house, telling his wife that he found a young bomberman, injured, unconscious and alone in the forest and she didn't hesitate to led her husband to the guest room and place the bomber on the bed. Jem does her magic of healing with several bandages and crème ointment in hopes the minor scars will heal but she mostly focused on the deep wound on the bombers eye: she first she removed the old bloody bandage then wipe the running blood off, than she place a special crème on the wound and rubbed it in circular motion over it. Jem was finally done but still worries about the bomber's condition.

"Is he well?" Amon entered the room. Jem stared at the young bomberman then turned her head. "Only time will tell, sweetie…." She removed herself from the bedpost and stood beside her husband as he gaze at the bomber with many questions in his head: Who is this young'un? Where did he come from? And what did this to him? The farmer and his wife was becoming concern for this boy's condition, hoping that he'll be well by tomorrow.

….

The boy slowly opened his eyes, only to shut them quickly when his vision became too bright. After a while he reopened them again, adjust his vision to get use of the brightness; he groaned painfully, his body was aching all over the place even his head hurts even more. He placed his hand on his head only to find out that his arm was wrapped around in bandages; he noticed that his left eye was covered so he can see with one eye.

The boy sighted a small mirror on the small midnight stand, next to the bed and slowly grabbed ahold of it without trying to strain himself then brought it back to him, holding it up to get a good look of himself. He saw that most of his body was covered in bandages including his left eye also he discovered that his left brow was chipped. A surge of pain string through his head, causing him to scream enough to get the farmer and his wife into the room.

Jem rushed over to the bed, trying to sooth him with warming words and he settled down, it was like the pain was suddenly gone when she's around. The young bomber opened his eyes and saw the young women and the farmer. One of them said something but he didn't catch it.

"We'll he be alright?" The tall farmer spoke to his wife. She was hesitant but was relieved, "He'll be fine, he just pushed himself little too much." Jem looked back at the young bomber who moaned sleepily though he still kept his eyes from dropping, wanting to know his surroundings. He slowly touched Jem's hand, murmuring, "W…Where…am I?

Jem smiled a bit at the young bomber, place her own hand over his. "Your safe now, sweetie and your amongst friends. Just rest for a while and we'll get a doctor, for you…just rest." The boy was so soothed by her words that he has fallen into a deep sleep. Jem rose from her position and walked over to her husband. "Is Dr. Floor on his way?" "Yes, he is." Amon said firmly, closing the door behind them. He sighed heavily, "Jem, what are we going to do? This boy could've gotten himself lost and hurt by something big. I'm worried…." Jem and Amon left the guest door and went back to their usual routine on the farm.

It was already close to noon, Dr. Floor, an elderly medical doctor that known the family for years, has just returned from the guest room; he approached Amon and Jem with news.

"Is he alright Doctor?" Amon questioned, feeling a bit tense about the suspense but remained control. Dr. Floor adjusted his glasses a bit, sighed as he replied, "Well, he in a stable condition and most of his scars aren't too severe….except for the large blemish on his left eye. I'm afraid that even though it will heal….it's going to be a permanent mark; I've done all I can to tend it." Jem stepped forward to the doctor, "So everything secured?" The doctor frowned, looking very concern, "Well, not exactly….you see…the youngster….is suffering a severe case of Amnesia…"

The couple was stunned by these news; Jem became unease, "A…Are you sure, Dr. Floor?" The doctor could detect a distress in her voice but he still have to be honest, "I'm afraid it is, my dear. The boy is having a hard time recollecting of what has happened to him last night...poor fella, couldn't even remember his own name…." When Amon heard this, it became a great concern to him and his wife. When you have a deep case of Amnesia and if it has gone far enough to not remember your own name then it is serious.

The doctor began to explain the situation, "Listen, the cause of this sickness is a sudden blow to the cranium, if it hits that special spot then the patient will get it. It common amongst everyone once in a while, still, the patient must be supervised and taken care of…" Amon became tense with questions and decisions of this boy, he approached the doctor of this statement, "Just…How long will it take for him to recover his memories?"

Dr. Floor rubbed onto his neck, a sign of uncertainly but he answered, "That is a difficult answer, Amon but my theory is that the recovery will probably take days, months…even years in total…"

Jem became distraught, going on years without knowing who you are!? How tragic…especially a boy is age. Amon held his crying wife closer, feeling anxious about this truth. What will happen to him now? Where would the boy go!? And with no memory…how will he survive…he's too young to deal such cruel fate.

"What will happen to him now?" Amon reluctantly asked the Dr. Floor.

"My decision that this boy will have to be place into a good orphanage and have medical care supervision; that's all that can be helped." The Doctor grabbed his suitcase and was about to walk to the door, when Amon stopped him.

"Hold on doctor, before you make this official…. What would happen, if someone claims guardianship to the boy?"

The Doctor, irritated, state his words, "That chid will be under their care, of course!"

Amon stood firm and strong while his eyes carried a spark of hope in them, "Then why don't we take in the boy…as our own!" Jem heard this and was surprised by her husband's words…. but she wasn't against it, in fact, Jem wanted that!

Floor was shocked at Amon's words, "But, Amon, getting guardianship to a boy with no record of his past is just….just a difficult process!" Amon eyes harden, "Doctor…I want to take in the boy as my own son. We can raise him here, in the farm and teach him the way of life here; make him become an somebody!"

"Amon, taking care of a boy his status is difficult…and not to mention rational; he would need a proper education, a good place to become home…and someone he can recognized. And you knew him for only a day!"

"And that's why we want to adopt him!" Amon and Floor turned to Jem; Amon noticed that his wife had determination in her eyes…wanted the same thing as he does. She approached Floor, "Dr. Floor, I know you're doing your job but please hear us out: we want to adopt the young boy as ours! It is better than being taken to the orphanage because it only gives a child a place to eat, sleep and wear clothes even gives you an education but it doesn't give you love and compassion. I know because I've been there myself when I was young!" Mr. Floor listened to Jem words, starting to take pity for her experience in the orphanage, "Please…let us take care of him…we'll do what whatever can to take care of him…"

Dr. Floor sighed heavily, rubbing on the back of his neck as he ponders the idea of this family for raising a child with very little memory about himself. After a few minutes, he announced his decision.

"Very well, you two, if you both think you can care for this boy then I'm willing to accept it." The doctor headed to the front door but before he left he made a statement with a warming smile, "I'm sure you both will be wonderful parents to him…"

Once the doctor left, Jem hugged her husband tightly in gratitude, Amon did the same to his wife; even though they already have children of their own, they wouldn't mind bringing another member of the family into their home…even if it is someone not related.

Jem looked up at her husband, "I'm so glad that the Doctor decided to let us keep the youngling!" Amon smiled brightly at his wife, "Well, it was you who convince him ….besides I'm sure the boy will be back on his feet in to time." Jem grinned at her husband. This family has been known to do their best to work together and be the best farmers as possible; also they knew that with more help, they could get the job a lot quicker than before.

The two than heard something in the guest, they went to see what's going on, soon they found their son, Don who looks like his father only with his mother's eyes, talking to their newly adopted son.

Don, being at the age of 5, was always so curious about new things and new people which is why he entered the room against his parent's wishes and found a stranger, sleeping in bed. He picked a stick and poked the stranger until he woken up. The tired teenager glanced at the little boy next to him but said nothing cause he wanted to rest but the boy was persistent. Don kept asking him questions that he doesn't know like who are you? Where do you come from? Are you a customer? Which annoyed him deeply but luckily his parents were here.

Amon entered the room with his wife following with his arms crossed, giving a stern look at his son, "Doni, what did I tell you about entering this room? You're not supposed to be in here." Don jolted, hearing his own father's voice. He faced his father with a smile of innocence hoping it will work, "Sorry, daddy, I left my ball in here…." Amon knew his son was lying still he will let his son off for today since they have guest.

"Alright than, where is your sister? We want you both to meet our guest." "Right here, daddy!" Jem and Amon turned to their daughter, Dawn; she has her mother's looks but has her father's eyes. Jem smiled at her daughter, "Dawn, come and meet our guest!" Dawn glanced at her mother, bewildered, "Guest?" Dawn entered the room and saw a stranger in bed; she curiously approached him with ease and smiled politely, "Hello." The teen stared at the little girl and smiled a bit. The teen, lift himself from his bed; Jem was a bit worried about his condition but Amon stopped her , wanting to give the boy a chance to move despite the injures.

The young bomber was able to move him despite having one arm in a cast so he had to use his free arm to get him off the pillow and sit up from the bed; he rubbed his eyes, jesting that he just woken up from his nap.

"Are you feeling well, sweetie?" Jem said ease at her new son. The young bomber answered, his voice was a bit steady for one his age but it was also decent enough to be likeable, "I'm a little sore…but I'll be fine," He looked around his surroundings then a the scenery outside the window, it was beautiful with bright sunshine, lushes nature growing and a pleasant breeze, that somehow settles his mood, "What has happened to me…?" He asked quietly, rubbing his aching forehead. Amon answered, "That is what we like to know….Can you recall anything that has happened to you…."

"No…." He said simply….

"No….you means, you have no memories of your family…or friends, not even where you're from?" asked Jem with concern in his face. The teen shakes his head in return….

Jem looked at Amon pleadingly, hoping he could do something about this but Amon has nothing to say. Their children, however, have words they like to say.

Doni, being the talkative type, is asking him question that left the teen stump, "Well, do you even know your own name?" The boy said nothing but instead groaned pitifully. Who am I…Why can't I remember….This situation was stressful to him. He just wanted to know who he is but can't… instead he is here with a family that been so kind to him but no memory of his past…or his family….

Dawn noticed the tears falling from his eyes and rolled on his cheeks, she strolled over to his side with a welcoming smile to her face, "Don't worry, we'll give you a new name. If you want…..you can be a part of our family…" Doni jumps up and down excitedly; a large smile on his face as his eyes brightened with joy, "Yeah! You could be my older brother….and you can teach me some cool moves, since you use lightning bolts and all!" The teen faced Doni, wiping the tears away from his eyes, "Lightning bolts?" He questioned in wonder. Somehow….the thought of it…sounds familiar….?

Doni ran in front and grabbed a hold of his hand, urging him to get out of bed but the young bomberman stayed. Doni continued, "Yes! You have a lightning symbol on your suit, doesn't that mean you make lightning….? Wait! That should be your name! Lightning!" the young bomber stated in an animated tone.

Amon was about to silence his son when the teen spoke unconsciously, "Lightning….." Somehow the name had a good ring to it though he felt a familiar surge inside of him, thinking that this name….is good enough for him, better than being nameless bomberman. "I like that name…" He smiled widely to Doni, who smiled back. Jem smiled at teen, "Would you like to be name that?" The bomber faced back at the mother with warming eyes of approval, "Yes…I want to be called that." He stated softly.

Amon smiled forward, placing his hand on his wife shoulder, "Well, Lightning, it good to see you recover though it will take some time, you'll be back on your feet in no time." Lightning nodded his head at the man's words, he will recover soon but he'll need some rest…but once he recovers, what will he do now? He doesn't know this part of the land….and he doesn't have anywhere else to go…

"There is nothing for you to worry about….If you want, you could stay with us!" Lightning gazed at Amon, who smiled warmly at him with welcoming eyes. Lightning couldn't help but smile at the family's generous offer, they want him to be a part of the family. He felt as if he was at home….his new home though deep down, Lightning has this sense of happiness within him that wanted to come out…..and it has, along with tears in his eyes.

"T…Thank you….for your hospitality….I'm in debt to you all!" He stuttered, trying to find the words through his tears. Jem hugged Lightning close into her embrace, "Sweetie, you don't need to own us anything! You being a part of the family is enough; besides the Doctor told us that you'll be fine by next week!" Amon sat next to Lightning, on the opposite side from where his wife sitting, "We were able to convince him to let you settle down with us so you don't need to go anywhere."

Doni and Dawn were surprised at their father's words, "Really, Papa? He's staying with us?" Doni spoke in an enthusiastic tone. His father nodded his head to his son, "Yes son, he is…." Doni hopped up and down like a 2 year old with a yelp of thrill excitement, "Yay! I have my own big brother!" Dawn wanted to hit her brother for acting like a child, but has taking a liking to their newest member of the family and he seems so much mature of his age…she's really going to like him! "I agree!" She playfully stated as Doni leap up to hug his new brother…only to realized that he was still in pain, "Sorry….." Lightning winced at the pain but paid no mind to it because he was too happy to have a family and glad to be here with them when he something caught his eye, turned to find a silver medal with a gold trim, laying on the nightstand.

Amon followed Lightning gaze towards the medal, he slowly picks it up and held it out to him, "I found it along with you in the forest; Is it your?" Lightning stared at it for a moment and unconsciously nods his head. He slowly takes the medal off of Amon's hand and placed the medal in his hands. Lightning gazed at it as if he was hypnotized; he stared at the initials only four words were on it for the first word was scratch badly so Lightning couldn't see it. He began to read it, "….Together at Garden Palace… "

"What's Garden Palace?" Dawn asked curiously. Jem wasn't so sure but Amon heard of it. "It was one of the largest Manor that is on Planet Resort, I wonder why it said that…." Jem spoke next, "Maybe that's where your from…but the trip is expensive…and far also." Lightning held the medal golden trim put it over his head until it reached his shoulders. The silver medal looks good on him, Lightning was hoping that maybe one day, he will find his family…for now he must enjoy life here….with his new family; Doni and Dawn jump up on their new big brother while Amon and Jem hold onto each other watching their children play with their new son.

A week later…

Lightning was feeling much better and strong each day; most wounds are healed and the bandages were off of him though the only one that still remained was the bandages on his left eye. Lightning slowly removed it to see how much it healed; it didn't fade away like the others did, in fact, it remained there on his bare face. The scar healed a bit…but the mark of it was there and fresh. Lightning feels that this mark is a sign of danger on what had happened to him…but the medal around his neck was a sign of hope…to reunite what he has lost.

"Lightning, come down to get your breakfast!" He heard Jem calling him down stairs.

Amon called also, "Come along now, Lightning, we are waiting for you!"

"I'll be down in a moment!" Lightning is now ready and dressed in some new outfit, they may be hand-me-downs but they fit him perfectly: a blue suite with black gloves and boots of the day's work. He somehow looks like a new bomberman and is ready for anything. He felt thrilled with himself. Giving himself one last look at the mirror before he left his room and headed downstairs to the kitchen where the rest of the family is.

Dawn was the first to say good morning to Lightning, "Morning. Lighting, did you sleep well last night?" Lightning smiled, "Yes, I did! Somehow…that sleep made me so relieved. It like I've never slept so easily before." Jem placed a plate of eggs, toast and bacon in front of Lightning, smiling warmly, "Well, you have though so much for the last few days…but you are feeling so much better now." Amon put aside the newspaper next his plate and grinned at Lightning, "Now that you're feeling better, you can now help us around the farm like you wanted too." Lightning chuckled at Amon's words of amusement; before he was fully recovered, he would often push himself to assist his new family anyway he can, but they insisted that he remained sited and rest. But now that he feeling better, Lightning is ready to help!

After the family was finished with their breakfast, Amon stood from his seat, calling over to Bo; he met up with his master a few minutes later. "Come along now kids," Amon called out as he was getting his rake and bag while stepping out of the door, "We have a big day today so let's get started!"

Doni, Dawn and Lighting got their packs then headed out after their father while their mother waving bye to them, "Good luck, ya'll and be careful at the farm!"

Dawn waved back, "Don't worry mama, we will!" Doni called, "We'll be fine, mama! With Lightning here, we'll be done in no time!" Lightning blushed a little at the children words of encouragement, he feels that he will enjoy his new life. He just hope that whatever his old life was like….he hope it is as good as this one!