Disclaimer: I don't own anything! Kamen Rider belongs to Toei! The only things original are the OCs and OC Riders!

'Where am I?' were the first words that came into my head.

At first, the only I could see was the darkness of my lids covering my eyes. That was until I opened them to find myself in what appeared to be an bottomless void of water and I was sinking in it. Fear spread across my body like wildfire across a dry plain as I swam and swam as fast as I could up to the surface before I lost any air in my lungs. Fortunately, I was swimming fast enough that I reached the surface and once my head shot out of the water, I gasped for air as I floated in the water.

After having a few minutes of air entering my lungs, I looked around to see where I was. From what I could tell, before me was an endless ocean that stretched for miles and miles, but when I turned around, I could see myself floating near land. Kicking my legs, I pushed my body towards the land in hope I could get myself dry. However, I found out I wasn't alone.

When I found myself on the rocky shore, I noticed a figure running up to me, covering me in a thick blanket to keep me warm from the coldness of the water. As I stood up, my savior helped me and I got a good look at who it was. The person who saved me was a young woman with light tanned skin, blue eyes, and long, silky black hair that went down to her waist. She wore a loose, blue dress that extended down to her ankles with loose sleeves that went down to her wrists. For some reason, she looked really familiar to me. 'Mom?' I thought.

The woman in front of me looked almost like her because her facial features were almost identical. In fact I would have gone so far as to assume that this lady was a younger version of my mom. And that was the problem; my mom was in her late forties, while this woman who saved me was in her early twenties. Still, whoever she was I was grateful for her saving my life.

The young woman held me close to her, like a mother would with her child, as she walked with me from the rocky shores to what appeared to be a city. I looked up at amazement at the large, cube-shaped buildings that I assumed were hotels. Though they seemed to be ancient from the moss growing on them, the buildings had beautiful architecture with arched entrances, which looked somewhat similar to architect style of the Ottoman Empire or Moorish rulers of Spain. I noticed in the center of this city was a large palace with a golden dome on top of it as well as large pillars that supported a roof over the entrance.

We entered one of these buildings, passing through the courtyard that had a fountain in the center, and into small secluded room with only a bed and a table. I then found myself sitting on the bed as I curled my shivering form in the blanket that covered me. "Wait here," she instructed me.

I nodded at that, seeing how I had no where else to go, and then, the young woman left the room. While she was gone, I just waited, hoping for the blanket to keep me warm and as I did, I noticed a small, circular mirror placed on the bed. Curious, I picked up the mirror and looked into it to see a familiar face: mine.

I looked in the mirror at to see I no longer had my boyish look. My tanned face had bags under my blue eyes, and my black hair that was once flat and clean was now a mess. My blue shirt and black pants were soaked with some water dripping from them. 'I'm a mess!' I told myself.

However, the sounds of an argument echoed into the room, which made me turn my attention from the mirror to the entrance of the room. Placing the mirror back onto the bed, I stood up with blanket still around me and walked to the entrance to see the young woman arguing with a man in his early fifties. The man had fair skin with green eyes and brown hair that reached down to his neck. He wore a green robe on his body with a black sash around his waist. "No! He can't stay here!" the man told the young woman.

"But father, he has nowhere to go!" she defended me. "We can't just leave him out there!"

"We don't know who he is!" the man, her father, argued. "He could be a spy for them! They could be onto us!"

I realized they were arguing over me, but I had no idea who they were. As I listened, I couldn't help but notice three figures watching from the balcony above. The figures all wore gray cloaks over their bodies with hoods over their heads, covering their facial features. I noticed they happened to be wearing armored gloves on their hands, which I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at. Whoever they were, those people seemed to be unwanted guests.

The three cloaked figures jumped down from the balcony onto the courtyard, immediately surrounding the young woman and her father. The two found themselves back to back as the surrounding cloak figures drew a sword from their cloaks. Their swords looked like European claymores that were ready to bury themselves into their victim's bodies. Though I didn't know the young woman and her father, I still owed them for letting me into their house, so I looked around the room to see if there was a sword at all and fortunately, there was one.

Laying underneath the bed was an Arab sword. Its hilt shone with silver and it curved up to the butt-end where a silver ball was placed. The scabbard was brown with some plates of silver on it. Dropping the blanket I had, I rushed towards the sword and grabbed it as I rushed out of the bedroom into the courtyard in hopes of rescuing my hosts. Fortunately, I arrived in time as the cloaked figure still surrounded the young woman and elderly man. "Hey!" I called out as I drew the sword from its scabbard.

The cloaked figure whipped their heads around at me instead of at the young woman and her father, much to my satisfaction. Unfortunately, the cloaked figures came charging at me with their swords ready to strike. 'Ah heck!' my eyes widen in fright.

The first one struck at my left, which I blocked before forcing it back with a kick, and the second one swung his sword at me, like the last one, only for me to block that guy's blade as well. The third one swung his claymore downwards at me, but I moved to the side before I hit him in the face with the scabbard in my hand. As for the second cloaked figure, he tried to slash at me again, but I ducked before forcing him back with a kick to the gut before running into the courtyard, so I could gain some distance.

Though I was doing well, the cloaked figures would eventually overcome me and I was right when the first one struck at me. I blocked the slash, but the second one charged, his sword this time slashing a mark into a my left arm. I dropped the scabbard in my hand from the pain I felt, and the third one used this as an opportunity to kick me back to the fountain. I grunted from the kick and I stood up to see the three cloaked figure approaching me. I thought I was finished when I heard a voice call out "Hey!"

I turned my head to see it was the young woman, who tossed an object towards me. I quickly caught it with a free hand and kicked away the third cloaked figure so I could have a look at it. The object in my hand was a strange silver buckle that was shaped like a curved 'V,' with a green gem on the top. "What do I do with this?" I called out to her as I avoided another slash.

"Place it on your stomach!" the young woman instructed. "Then, hold the sword to the gem on the buckle!"

I did as she told me and much to my shock, a silver belt wrapped around my waist, fastening the buckle in place. I noticed the cloaked figures stopped where they were staring at me with what I guess was shock. Remembering the young woman's words, I held the sword close to the gem, which soon glowed with a green light. The light erupted from the gem and engulfed my entire form, blinding everyone else in the courtyard. Once the light died down, I look down at myself in shock to see I was covered in armor. "What the?" I said, shocked at what I was wearing.

I wore a white bodysuit underneath my silver breastplate that had chain patterns on it, which made it almost look like chain male. I looked at my arms and legs to see I had silver gauntlets and boots that went up to my elbows and knees, respectively. I also noticed that around my neck was a green cape that went all the way down to my knees. I looked at the fountain I was standing next to, and I saw a silver helmet with white faceplate and a single horn that protruded from the forehead, right above the green lenses that covered my eyes.

I had no idea what this armor, but suddenly, one word came into my mind almost automatically: 'Sayfa.'

Standing up, I gripped the sword in my hand as I turned to face the cloaked figures. "Now then, who wants some?" I challenged before I charged at the cloaked figures.

AN: And that's it for now! Please leave a review if you have any comments or constructive criticism. Also, this is NOT up for adoption. Thank you.

Now, I want to mention that the thing at the beginning was actually based off of a dream I had when I was about five-no joke! I just happened to remember it, so I used it as inspiration for the the beginning. Also, Sayfa was a Rider I drew a few weeks ago, so I thought he deserved a story. Just thought you should know.

Raika out!