"Wake up little boy."

"Wake up."

"Wake up."

I slowly open my eyes. The sky is blue. Where am I? I turn. I see an elf. An elf who looks like a ghost. An elf that is transparent and purple. An elf with star patterns on his face and body. His voice is deep.

"Who... who are you?" I croak.

"The real question is... who are you?" He asks.

"I... I don't know." I croak.

Who am I? Where am I? I don't even remember my name. I don't know anything about me. I'm like born. I feel something rising up from my mouth. I hurdle over and cough up water and blood. I gasp in the air. I look around.

I'm on a beach. I'm on an island. My arm has so many bruises and scars. I feel around myself. I think I'm in rags. I think I'm torn. Why can I not remember anything? But I don't know what's there I should remember. How'd I get here. I can still here the water. I turn to the ocean. I then turn to him. He sits down next to me. I sit up.

"Please drink." He hands me a glass of water.

I chug it down. I feel so unknown. I don't know him. I don't know where I am. I don't know me. Who am I?

"You probably are starving. Here." He opens a box of fruit.

I grab one and start eating it. My arms hurt. It hurts to chew. It hurts to swallow. I don't care. I'm starving. He takes my arm. I look at him. He writes a symbol on it. A symbol that glows purple. He closes his hands on my arm. I see a purple glowing light. He removes his hands. I see the wounds have healed.

"Whoa! How did you do that?" I ask.

"It's one of my many talents." He says.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"Aaravos." He answers.