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gah, that dream again...


I was standing in the burnt remains of a house, with the remnents of furniture around me. There were two people, burnt till they were unrecoognizable, walking towards me. they seem to be trying to say something, and they were pointing their fingers as if accusing me. I am suddenly age eleven, and I try to run away. When I get out of the burnt house, I see that there was a whole village there.

Was.

I run through the burnt village, being chased by the two burnt people, and suddenly there are around twenty burnt people chasing me. I see a path up to a mountain, and run up it. The people stop chasing me at the edge of the village, but I continue running. The mountain is eerily devoid of life, as if someone went through and made sure nothing was alive. I come upon a run-down building, very large and obviously with some purpose. It's made of sheet metal and has wires running from it down to the valley. As I look down the mountain, I see that the wires go all the way to the village. I turn away and walk up to the building, probably a generator, and go in. Inside there are rows of oblong containers, big enough to fit a full-grown person inside, andmade of metal. I jump to see what's in one, but th glass window is all fogged up. There are splashes of blood, and all of it is old. I continue farther into the building and find a room, all torn to shambles. I can't even tell what it was once used for.
I turn around and I'm suddenly staring at a man with long white hair and eyes the color of... something I used to know...Blue and green and yellow, all at once. He was wearing all black and holding a long curved sword. He mutters something I can't hear and swings the sword at my neck leval.

Then I wake up.

I sit up and look around. Everything in the old inn room was the same as when I went to sleep. I get dressed, pack up my things, and strap my gun to my hip. I almost remember something important about the gun, but I can never pull up the memories...

I had lost them. All of them. The only thing I remember is my name.

Kyran Valentine.

I want to find out what it all means. My name, the burnt village, and the man with the white hair. But everywhere I go, I can't find the answers. No one can help me find out who I was, who I am. Quite frankly, it scares me. I know I need to remember, but I can't.

Now it's on to the next town...