"So… you want to know how I got my powers, what made me what I am. I suppose you deserve the truth. It all started after work one day, when I was taking a walk along the shore of the facility I stayed in, this being before I had transferred to the facility in Arklay. I had been trying to clear my head at the time, lost in my thoughts. That's when I met... HER. The being I gladly call my Mother. That was the moment when I met the woman who has watched over me since I was a child..."


The sun was setting, making the sea glisten like gems upon the surface, as Albert Wesker would be walking along the shore, hands in his pockets. He had just finished his duties for the day, at the laboratory where he worked, and was looking for a place to clear his mind. Being one of the supervisors for the R&D team's 'Special Projects', he carried with him many secrets, plenty of which weighed heavily on his mind. Projects, results and formulas all rushed through his head, and no matter how hard he tried to put them out of his mind, so that he might have a moment of relief, they had a nasty habit of lingering longer than he would have liked. Stolen from his real parents as not much older than a baby, and raised in Umbrella's various laboratories and training grounds around the world, science and technology were mostly his only knowledgeable subjects...

…and then there was something else that repeatedly invaded his thoughts.

A dream.

The same dream every night; a woman, her flowing, golden locks wreathing her body, and clothed in robes of beautiful sea foam colors. Her eyes were a majestic blue and as deep as the ocean he often swam in. Every time he thought about her, or tried to recall her face, a twinge of guilt hit him. He had seen this woman in his dreams for many years, and felt like he should know her…

But alas, he could never remember… However, he would never forget that smile, or the way she always seemed to… how could he describe it? It was like she… glowed~

"Albert... my son..."

"Who are you? And how do you know me?" Wesker asked her as he floated in the sea.

"We will see each other again... you are so close now…"

"Close to what? I don't understand!" Wesker replied with a shake of his head, his confusion clear. How did this woman know him? Who was she?

As always, before he was able to question her, he would wake up each morning, just as confused and frustrated as the previous evening. Why was he continually assailed by these fleeting dreams? Why did he never seem to dream of anything else? It was as if someone was deliberately manipulating his thoughts…

'Who are you? And why do you keep visiting me?' He would continually ask himself.

It could not have been stress, or pressure from the workplace, this he knew. Perhaps… He knew very little of his history, and his memories of his childhood were vague. Perhaps he had repressed them somehow? Could a traumatic event have forced him to shut it out? To shut HER out? He also had incredibly vague memories of his parents. In fact, he barely remembered them at all. There were no faces, or even names, in his memories. Perhaps this dream was some kind of vision? An indication of what he'd lost?

No matter how often he pondered this, he always ended up asking himself more questions, and figuring out less answers.

But the question that stuck out to him, what bothered him most was, why now? Why, after all this time, was he receiving these images? How were they so clear to him, so vivid like it had actually happened? What was triggering them?

He paused his wandering and looked out to the horizon, a golden sunset hue bathing the waters. His trademark sunglasses hung off his shirt pocket, glinting in the light. Were anyone to be watching, they would have seen his cobalt eyes lost in thought.

'Albert…'

That would startle him enough to bring himself to his senses, whirling around wildly. That voice again! So many times he'd heard it, but those times it was faint. Distant. This time it was clear as day, as if the owner were right behind him!

'My son... I can see you.'

Where was that voice coming from? This was clearly not a dream. As he spun around a bit, trying to locate the source of the voice, he failed to spot the water gently rising and starting to swirl around his ankles.

'... It's been so long... come, my darling, homeward bound.'

"Where are you?" Wesker called out to the empty beach. His normally authoritative, commanding voice was on this occasion, laced with fear.

'Do not be afraid... come to me…'

Just then, the blond man felt himself pulled down to the sand by an unknown force. For the briefest moment, he saw the ground surrounding him no longer was stable, but had vanished entirely. He was now surrounded by a deep, blue ocean.

What the hell?! Seconds before he had felt himself go under, he had managed to take a deep breath, then himself disappeared from the coastline. The swirling waters receded, washing the sand back in place and leaving no trace that he had even been there.


He stopped, the sensation of falling had dissipated and he was now floating in almost pitch darkness. He was thinking of swimming up to find an air pocket, but the darkness made it difficult to ascertain which direction was, in fact, up. After a few moments, his eyes adjusted, and he was shocked by what he could now see - there was nowhere to surface! It was just an endless ocean all around him, and that did not bode well for his lack of free air. He had deep sea training in the past from the military, which boosted his lung capacity considerably, but if there was nowhere for him to get air, he would drown anyway. If he was going to live, the important thing he needed to do was stay calm; panicking would only serve to waste his air, which would kill him faster.

As he looked around, his eyes scanning the vast expanse for an air pocket, he caught sight of something unique, something that momentarily washed away his thoughts and worries.

Beyond his position was the most beautiful coral reef he had ever seen. From an educated standpoint, he estimated that it could be larger than the Great Barrier Reef in Australia. What he saw stretching before him was more like a valley of vibrantly colored coral. Marine life of various species, colors and sizes swam around him. It was, in his honest opinion, an underwater paradise that had clearly never seen the corrupting influence of human touch.

To see such a thing with his own eyes, reminded him of his dreams, and in an instant, it was like he was back there again. It was like he had been sucked into a fantasy writer's imaginary world about marine life. But this… it felt way more real than the pages of a paperback text. He could see such a difference before him, he didn't have to imagine it.

Ignoring, or rather forgetting, his desire to find an air pocket, he set out to explore his surroundings. This was like no body of water he had seen before. He'd taken classes on such subjects, but this place… it felt so unreal for something that was clearly the opposite. One thing he was almost certain of: this was no Earthen water body. Something about it felt alien to him. That strange feeling people sometimes get, when you swear you can feel it in your bones. An unknown was keeping this place vibrant and alive.

As he approached a section of the reef garden, he observed fish both big and small darting around, in and out of the nooks and crannies. Normally this type of thing could only be seen with the assistance of scuba gear, or from the window of a submersible vehicle. His mind raced, speeding many miles an hour. He made several mental notes of the coral, flora and fauna.

Looking around again, he contemplated the beauty of the locale. Though he wished to share this discovery, it was probably not safe to do so, given the nature of man. It would be a terrible shame if someone cruel found their way here and ruined its majesty. This place was calming and quiet, and it reminded him of why he loved the ocean. Here, he was able to let his thoughts drift, no need to focus on trivial matters. Whenever he needed solitude from the rigorous and tiresome duties he was subjected to, the ocean was almost always his first point of call.

It occurred to him that he'd forgotten his compromising situation in favor of just letting himself drift in the subtle current, for he did not yet feel the need for replacement oxygen. In fact, he removed his lab coat and tossed it aside. It weighed him down. He also removed his shoes, leaving only his comfortable pants. What did he care? It was company property, and they could buy new ones. If they had a problem, they could sue him.

Freed of the weighty clothing, he found himself a spot along a large boulder and made himself comfortable. With his training, he could hold his breath for some time and so far, he still didn't feel that need urge yet. Contented for now, he examined the area around him more closely, taking in everything he saw and continuing to make mental notes of the environment. This place, for reasons he could not explain, made him feel safe. He felt nothing would bring him harm, as long as he stayed within this flooded paradise.

'Albert…'

Again, there was that voice, and he found himself eying the coral, no longer so relaxed. So, his theory was correct - the owner of the voice was the reason he was here.

'Welcome home…'

'Home...?' he thought, a confused expression spreading across his face once again. His home was back on the surface, not that he ever really called it home… But it was better than being an orphan. However, the way the female continued to speak to him, the tone that she used… it made something resonate within him, as if he was indeed being called home. Why, though? Why did he feel comfortable here?

'Follow my voice, my son... do not fear.'

Still very confused, but sensing few other options, he set out once more, kicking his feet and stroking the water to gain speed.

In the distance he spotted a solitary figure and his heart leapt. He recognized that silhouette: it was the woman from his dreams. He picked up his pace, determined to catch the woman who had been haunting his dreams. Unfortunately, Sod's Law got in the way, and that was when he felt it; that familiar pang one gets when their air is low. Worse still, he had found no air pockets thus far.

'Dammit, not now! Not when I'm so close...!' He thought as he slowed down and gripped his chest a bit.

'Albert... please... you are so close now... do not give up!'

Forcing back the growing pain in his chest, he steeled himself and kicked off. He couldn't give up now; not when he was so close to the source of the answers he sought. But despite this, he always knew the harder he struggled, the faster he lost air. He needed to know who the woman was, why she kept calling him her son, and why she called this place home for him. But at this stage he had to ask himself, were those answers worth his life...?

So many questions and he knew his answers lay with the voice he had heard. He couldn't stop now, he had to keep going! He could see the woman slowly coming into view as he got closer, but his vision was fading fast. She was everything he had seen in his dreams, everything he had hoped she would be. If he could just reach her, he believed he would be fine. If he could just get a little closer...!