(Muffeled voice)
I..... You
I wi-..... and always will be...........
... you and .....
(Voice then gets clear)
I will see you again soon @&£#. (Crackling sounds with that last part)
The boy springs up from a layed down position panting, his eyes wide open, but his vision is hazy. He feels a throbbing pain in his right shoulder as he gets up. The boy's confusion take over again as he doesn't know why his shoulder hurts. The boy then hears a sudden noise next to him. He looks to his side and sees "People", no, it's just one, so a "Person" next to him. He sees this person laying down and moving around and is waking up slowly. They were sleeping a fair amount of distance away. His mind is filled with questions. What happen before I slept? Why am I here? Where is here? He looks around quickly, scanning his surroundings not that thoroughly, but he finds himself in a ruin of a building where its bottom floor is the only thing left, if you could even call it that. The walls are almost all gone with them being practically fully destroyed, yet could give enough shelter to anyone in it. The floor is almost fully destroyed too, just barely holding on to its shape and it's patterns for it's design, but it has a few tiny sand dunes scattered everywhere and sand and tiny crustal shards fil the floor. Now that he is looking, crystals have grown slightly in one corner of thr ruin and there is just a few in the rest of the area. A cold breeze then hits his body and snaps him out of his panic, but makes him realise how cold he is. How his hands and feet and the tip of his nose feel so cold. He doesn't like the cold at all. He ignores the cold as much as he can to then shifts his focus back to this person next to him. He doesn't know what to do or think at the moment. He then remembered what happened with him before with the three people and that loud noise and the ringing after, and concern fills his mind. His vision drops and he then finds something on his body. Something that took the shape of him almost, and there was something underneath wrapped around his body (Cloths and badges). He doesn't know what they are. His eyes dart back quickly to the person when he hears them ywaning. He finds them moving in peculiar ways as they ywan (Streching). After the person is done, the boy is able to take a good look at them. It was a person who looked smaller than he is in size, and more slander. The person also has long thing that comes out of their head (hair) that is yellow-ish golden in color, and two white orbs with blue in the middle (eyes).
When the person notices the boy staring at them, they get up and walk towards him. The boy instinctively backs up slightly at this sudden motion. When the person reaches him, they crouch down without their knees touching the ground. The person then speaks in an aloof but soft voice and says "What are you and how much do you remember?" The boy flinches at their words as he is suprised he understood noise again. Like the same noise coming from his mind, his subconscious, but this more louder and clear. He doesn't know how to react at all and just stares at the person. But their voice sounds familiar... like the one he heard before waking up. He doesn't know what this could mean at all and just keeps staring. The person stared back at him, waiting for a reply, but quickly realised that she isn't getting one, so she asks again and says "What are you and how much do you remember?" Her voice still aloof, but more strain and demanding than before and less soft. Aloof... that's a weird word. The boy thinks to himself, trying to think of what he needs to do. Should he also make noise to her? But how would he make noise that has meaning? The boy continues to stare at the person for a while longer, not knowing what he should exactly be doing at the moment. The boy then thought about what she said. The person asked him what he is, is she referring to him? And what is he? He is a person, but isn't that obvious? But what else could she mean by what he is? He thinks for a while longer and then a though popped into his head. 'Dreamer'. Is this what he is? It was written on his axe, so he must be this dreamer, right?
Now he knows who he is, but now how can he tell her this? Before anymore thoughts go through the boy's mind, a loud ring suddenly goes through his head. It was so powerful and potent that it made him feel like his head is about to explode, yet it didn't hurt that much in the same time, just, loud. He places one of his hands on his head because of the ringing, but then, suddenly a voice constantly keeps repeating a word. Saif. Saif. Saif. The voice gets louder and louder, each time it says it. Saif! Saif! SAIF!!!
Due to all of this noise in his head overwhelming him, he blurts out a word, repeating what he heard in his head without knowing becauseof how loud it was, he didn't hear or feel his mouth moving. When he said it, the noise was finally gone. It's like it never was there in the first place. His head feels normal again and the pain was fully gone. The person then suddenly gets up again and the boy looks up at her, suprised by this sudden movement. He doesn't know why she got up as he watches her walk towards where she woke up from. The boy then notices that in that direction, there is other things there. There was something underneath a ball looking thing that didn't look like a ball in the traditional sense. More like a cylinder (pot). A cylinder? He repeats that word in his mind but then sees the person doing some to the thing under the cylinder as she placed two rocks to hold up the cylinder and contained between them was something (wood). She got out something from a container (bag), and it sparked in her hand before ignition (match sticks). This view put the boy in awe to what he was witnessing, but before his next thought came, the person then placed this flame into the thing underneath and it all ignited into a bigger flame, but it did it slowly. As it was happening, the boy was totally mesmerised by this slight. It looked like a tiny sun was there right before him, that slowly grow.
The boy subconsciously wanted to touch this flame, and slowly tired to get up. When he put his left hand on the ground, a sharp pain pulsed throughout his body and he immediately pulled his hand back up. This pain snapped him out of his daze and awe because of the flame, and now when he looks at it again, it's with a clearer mind. He noticed that next to it was his axe, so that was one more reason to get to the flame. As he puts his other hand on the ground, he feels his shoulder had a throbbing pain too. He doesn't know why he is feeling all this pain, but he doesn't think about it too much as it doesn't hurt as much as the pain he felt yesterday as this pain is now, better... Pain can get better?
He ignores his confusion for a moment, and then tries to get up without his hands and subconsciously without really knowing what he is doing, he pulls his hands back and shoots them infornt of him, and using that momentum combined with the momentum he gained from also shooting up his torso, he is in a crouching position and quickly pulls himself up on his feet. He is standing, but he doesn't know how he made himself stand. Why was this motion so familiar to him? He didn't really question it that much as everything to him since he woke up is already confusing and unexplainable, and him doing this was no different to him. He starts to walk towards the person who he sees now putting things inside the cylinder that he also sees something inside. Bubbles... It was boiling. Boiling... that's a word that feels right. As he walked closer, he felt warmth coming from the fire. The fire's warmth is removing part of the cold he is feeling. Taking away the discomfort of the cold and replaced it with an amazing feeling, just like the one he felt when his feet first touched the asphalt when it was warm. As he walks closer, the more comfort he feels from the flame. Once he got close enough to it, he crouched next to the person, but was fully focusing on the flame. It felt hot from this distance, not warm, but hot, but it felt way better than the cold he felt, and it's heat wasn't that bad at all, so it didn't bother him. He also feels like he doesn't really get bothered by heat so easily. He wanted more of it. More hot.
He quickly then sticks his hand into the flame, and an unbelievable amount of pain surged through his body. The person quickly pulled out his hand out from the flame before too much damage was done. She then quickly brought out something from her bag and purred it on his hand. The boy was stunned by the betral he got from the flame. How could something so warm make him feel so much pain. He was in so much pain that no pain he felt since he woke up could compare. Not even slightly. As the person purred this flowing thing (cold water), it cooled his hand from the burning sensation. His hand still felt pain, but the coolness was slightly soothing to it. The boy felt pressure well up in his body. Was he about to cry again. Tear formed in his eyes but he felt like he wanted to hold them back. Like a challenge to himself to handle the pain. But he didn't want to handle it. He wanted it to go away, and doesn't want to feel this pain. Doesn't pain go away eventually, but then he replies to him and says yes it does, but it does it slowly. He knows this, but from where? He doesn't continue his thought trail and just accepted his challenge as it felt right to and hold back his tears and fought to tolerate the pain. He feels like of he is able to handle this, then maybe he can handle pain he will feel later better. The person then brought out something else form her bag. Something long and clothy (more bandages). She wrapped it around his hand and then purred more water to soak it up to keep his hand cool and not waste more water as he didn't need renewing cool water on his hand anymore.