From the prompt group thing, again. Blame Lucy_The_Llamacorn

He flew over the area, since it was a reasonable shortcut. He didn't expect the cracking of wings, the feeling of falling to the ground. Looking up to see that thing.

He was roughly picked up, and they tried to erase his memory. It was a tried and tested method. Scar she'd the crossbow at their feet as Ren steeled himself.

He didn't expect the sound of fireworks, an echoing, a deafening ringing and roaring. A flash of light, blinding, dizzying, as the pure white glow fades to nothing. The struggle to stay awake, the daze overtaking his mind and it can't be stopped.

One bled into the other and forgot who was who.

It wasn't Scar's fault. Not entirely, anyway. Who would blame him for accidentally getting caught in the blast of his own memory-wiping device, after forgetting his sunglasses? Mistakes happen.

And it wasn't Ren's fault either. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time when his elytra broke. He saw things he shouldn't have. But that wasn't his fault. And it wasn't Scar's fault either.

It's just that they both woke up in the wrong base with no memory of what had lead to the present situation. And they very quickly realised that something was different. They were dressed all weird, their gaits were clumsy, and their voices sounded strange.

They messaged each other, trying to figure out what had happened. Their names were wrong in chat, but the mysterious entity running the thing quickly fixed that. Nobody touches the comm network.

They agreed to meet up in Falsewell, outside the museum: the perfect middle ground to figure out what was going on. Neither found flying easy, so they both just walked.

It was a normal meeting until each saw his own face staring back.

If I came across as too poetic, blame English class.
OdalRune, signing off from the past!