Before the alarms had blazed and the orders flew, Otto had still been sleeping. Groggily he had woken up at some point, something nudging him out of his deep slumber. His head felt fuzzy, and he could barely process his surroundings. He felt like he was in a fog. He remembered what he'd woken from. The Legacy.. Excalibur. He'd given something up to save the world.

Ah.. but what was it?

A voice then was heard. Questioning who he was. Otto wasn't a morning person, so he had a hard time getting his mind to wrap around such a terribly mean question. His eyes lidded, his body lightly swaying as he moved to lean over his bed.

A shadow. A bright, and resolute shadow. It wasn't him, but he kind of let himself pretend it was for a moment. Honestly he'd expected there might have been a monster under the bed out to scare him, like when he was little. Luckily his worries were just that. Worries. Nothing more.

"Your have forgotten something. Memories. I borrowed those from you and now you have my word I will return them. You are bound perhaps for greatness. Take these memories and become more than you ever were, greater than you can possible imagine. As long as there are still heroes in this world, as long as someone calls for me, for the need to Protect this world, I will be there."

Otto felt something odd in his heart. Hope? Was that was this feeling felt like? It was nice.. it was nice to believe in a future where he was better. Brighter. Coming out of that incident felt like he'd been reborn. However...

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He was missing memories. What memories? He couldn't rightly know what he lost if he forgot what he lost. Before he could even really take it in, the teen groaned and fell back asleep in his plush pillows, blond hair puffing out of the indent of the pillow's form.

He'd deal with it in the morning...