[center][h3][i]Aidan Diavol[/i][/h3][/center]

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[b][i]Hey![/i][/b]

A pair of silver eyes slowly cracked open. The wind whispered through the trees, rustling all the leaves.

[color=7ea7d8][i]…forest?[/i][/color] was all the man thought as he laid in the rooted arms of a tree. He was slumped against the tree, arms loosely laying on the thick moss-covered roots and legs stretched out before him. He could barely keep his eyes open as fatigue continued to hover over him, and his mind felt so…blank. It felt as though you knew something but just couldn’t remember what it was exactly.

A man came before him then and by the way he said “you guys,” he figured that he hadn’t been alone. As Aidan cast his steel hues upon the man’s face, he noticed that he had three eyes, and instead of answering the man’s question, all he absently said was: [color=7ea7d8]“You have an eye on your forehead.”[/color]

Aidan said it as though it had been strange or out-of-place, and to the man, he might have thought it was a normal trait.