[b][u]CHAPTER I[/u][/b] [u]Amnesia[/u] "What... is this...? It's so dark. I can't see. 'I?' Who am 'I'? My name... my name is... Masrur...? I'm so cold. My body... hurts, and it's so dark. I can't even see my own hand." Masrur struggled to his feet, holding his large shoulders tight in a vain attempt to guard himself against the biting wind. His past felt empty, yet some of his knowledge of the world remained. "Guardians. Beings of light. Made to press the darkness away. But then why am I surrounded by shadow? Am I a Guardian? I feel weak. I don't understand. Am I human?" For some unknown reason, he then became suddenly afraid. Frantically he felt his body, and to his satisfaction, he felt soft skin. "Not an Exo," he thought to himself, "a human. Or an Awoken? It's impossible to tell in this light. Why can't I see?!" He stumbled around, trying to make sense of his surroundings. Everything was cold. The ground covered in snow, trees of hard texture and as sturdy as stone. Presently Masrur felt himself walking upwards slightly, and his pace quickened. "I must reach the peak." He thought, "The darkness seems to have brightened slightly, or my eyes have adjusted. Perhaps from there I can see better." As he reached the summit he realized that he was within a large mountain range, covered in white snow. His mind wondered if he was on Earth, North region of Old America. The large landscape gave him a clear view as the first lights of the sun began to peek over the far hills. The area was filled with large trees, all of them adorned in the same white flakes which covered the ground. Masrur began to inspect himself in detail now that it was bright enough. He was wearing no armor, only a black shirt made of some thin material as well as a pair of pants similar in appearance. "This is a prison uniform, but from where I cannot remember, and as to why I was imprisoned is beyond me. Furthermore why am I on this mountain then? Have I been exiled?" He clasped his hands on his head and attempted to squeeze the memories back by force, to no avail. When suddenly a large space-craft seemed to appear from nowhere above his head, it's design was that of a Guardian's. Slowly the ship descended whipping into the air snowflakes and reviving the cold wind. The vehicle landed near to Masrur, and a Guardian appeared before him. [b][u]Notes from the Author[/u][/b] If you would like to give an opinion/suggestion for future chapters, go ahead and pm me. I'd be more than happy to consider it. :)