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[i]He[/i] awoke, laying in the field, gazing upon the countless fields of stars, moons and planets. A gentle breeze blew past the tall stalks of the wheat, giving off a calming rustle that eased his mind. [i]He[/i] had no idea where this place was or rather in which plane of reality this place existed. Standing up, [i]He[/i] could see miles of field stretched out in all directions, and it was lonely.

[i]He[/i] was sure that he had been killed, his throat slit by a man he trusted. But wasn't that part of some great plan he had devised? [i]He[/i] was to die? Or was there more? [i]His[/i] mind's use had slipped, perhaps because it hadn't been used in such a long time. Maybe this was the space between realms, a sort of waiting room.

A disturbance in the wind made [i]Him[/i] look behind. There, standing, observing and studying [i]His[/i] every movements was a young boy, no older than eight winters remained motionless, his clothes white and outlanderish. The boy then turned and began to stride through the forest of wheat. [i]He[/i] reached out, but before [i]He[/i] could [i]He[/i] noticed his arm, rotten and decayed. Was this real, had [i]His[/i] body degraded so much, will it recover? So many questions. Did the boy know the answers, looking back up the boy was no where to be seen and so [i]He[/i] moved forward with haste to find the answers.