His eyes opened. He blinked. He did not know where he came from yet there he was. His mind wondered as if to unlock something that was once known now hidden. His arms raised before him. He clenched his fist and released them. He repeated this action three times as if they were as foreign as the sight that lay before him.
A valley below contained every shade of green one could imagine. A lush forest surrounded the stream that gently flowed through the valley towards sunrise. A black cloud grew from the glowing horizon before him. The black cloud marred the pure blue sky as if declaring war on its beauty.
Though the valley looked teaming with life it was quite; at least for us it would have been. He however could hear a faint voice. His mind tried to focus yet he could not pin point the source. It whispered to him with a message that contained no words known to man. A reason it offered. A purpose it gave. He took his gaze up towards the heavens and smirked. His path was chosen, a fate revealed.
He would not keep Destiny waiting any longer; for it was centuries ago when he last walked upon the earth below his feet. He started his journey down through valley; the quest of the chosen had begun…
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