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The heat from the morning sun was gradually warming up a grassy field. The cold morning dew made colder by a chilly spring breeze coming from the mountains in the distance.
A young man no older than twenty lay motionless, he was as skinny as a commoner but his well kept hair and unblemished skin revealed he had been privileged enough to be born into the aristocracy.
The young man woke feeling panicked as a strong gust of crisp wind rustled through the nearby trees. He motioned to sit up but his body felt as though it had been ripped apart and smashed back together again.
Analyzing his skinny body he was unable to locate a source that would explain his discomfort. He tried to recollect his thoughts under the constant barrage of pain, but nothing came to him. He didn't know where he was or how he got there. He didn't even know who he was.
Attempting to stand, his body refused to obey, sending him tumbling face first into the damp grass below. While he was spitting the dirt out of his mouth his eyes spotted an oddly shaped spear next to him. Feeling frustrated he grunted, grabbing the spear before using it to balance himself.
Carefully using the spear to stand, the sight of a large grassy plain entered his vision. Off in the distance he could see snow capped mountains filling the horizon for as far as the eye could see. The large valley met with a lush green forest on all sides but there were no signs of civilization anywhere to be found.
He looked down and inspected himself, a plain brown tunic with common trousers. With a groan he sat down and took a look at the oddly shaped spear he used to stand. The shaft was black and as long as he was tall. The spear head was two double edged blades as long as his arm that gave the impression a lobster claw had grabbed a hold of the spear shaft.
The tip of the spear made the weapon appear more like a bident than a spear as the two blades didn't meet at the point. Like his clothes there were no markings on the spear that might give him a hint as to his identity.
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Looking down in defeat he closed his eyes and attempted to remember anything, however again, nothing came to him. It was like an itch he couldn't reach and scratching at it only left him with a feeling of helplessness.
”HELLO!” He yelled to no reply.
”IS ANYONE THERE!?” Yelling even louder this time but the only response was the echo of his voice in the distance.
”Anyone...” He mumbled and listened closely.
The sound of a river could be heard nearby. His throat was hoarse and a drink of water was a minor victory he desperately needed right now. Slapping his cheeks and using the spear to stand he carefully shambled in the direction of the river.
His body gave the sensation that it was his first time walking, often using too much or too little strength causing him to fall down which only exasperated the pain he felt. By the time he made it to the river the sun was high in the sky and his body began growing accustomed to the pain he was experiencing.
The river was small, barely larger than a stream and surrounded by dense forest in all directions. He collapsed at the rocky shore before dipping his head in and taking a drink.
When the water became still once more he witnessed his reflection for the first time, a young, gaunt face with straight black hair and purple eyes stared back at him. He could be called handsome if he gained some weight, but as it was he simply looked like a hungry beggar.
'Why.. Why can't i remember...' His thoughts were interrupted by the growling of his stomach.
”DAMN IT ALL!” The feeling of rage boiled over and he slammed his fist into his reflection before collapsing onto his back. Closing his eyes to rest, sleep came to him quickly.