[@Bacon] [@King Kindred] [@Little Bird]

[color=00aeef][b][h2][center]Taivas[/center] [/h2][/b][/color]


Taivas could feel his body floating. He did not know; all he knew was that it floated like he was above water.  He could hear a voice calling to him in the distance, saying his name and wanting him to come over. Eventually, he found himself in some mosaic. He didn’t know where this place was, but the surrounding area was covered in darkness. An extensive set of stairs connected the mosaic he was on to another one a few feet away. The voice was coming from the other mosaic. With nowhere else to go, Taivas took the stairs, feeling obliged to follow the voice.  As he got onto the other mosaic, he could see a large wooden door in the middle.  Looking at the door and wondering what this place was, and where the door leads into.   Beside the door was a pedestal with a strange weapon on top of it. To him, it looked like a key of some kind. “[i]Pick it up.[/i]” The voice spoke, and feeling his body not being in his control, he walked over towards the pedestal.  Picking it up and wondering how this could be used as a weapon. But it felt oddly quite familiar to him as if he had used the weapon before. 

Looking at the door, he felt obliged to open it in the middle of the room. The voice again called his name and told him to open the door. The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn’t figure out whose voice it was. As he opened the door, he noticed the other side of the door was pure black. It was like a black void on the other side of the door. He felt a sense of dread filling his body as he went through it. Hearing the same voice screaming in his ear. “[b]WAKE UP!!![/b]” His eyes opened, and he scanned his surroundings. Noticing that he was lying on his back on a sandy beach. Holding his head, feeling his head throbbing like someone had slammed his head repeatedly and quite hard.  


“[b][color=00aeef]Where am I? What a strange dream.[/color][/b]” he said to himself while looking around. He had no memory of how he got onto the island or even his memories. He slowly stood up and started limping forward, wanting to speak to someone who might know what was happening.  Walking past a kid with a stupid haircut and a ball before approaching three people working on a raft. He thought he could steal it to get off the island.  “[color=00aeef][b]Hi, do you know what this place is called? And do you know how I can get off this island?[/b][/color]”  He said, scanning them with his eyes. He felt he may have met them before but couldn’t put his finger on it.