The radiant sun shone through the jagged, blue tipped glass mountains, spreading an array of mystical colours along the baron plains below. Refracting, spreading and constantly changing. Each minuscule, sharp fragment housed a magnitude of unknown colours, which changed the melancholy, dull grey grass below into a magnificent exposition of a multiple shades and hues. The twisted, uneven landscaped was paved with cracked, burgundy bricks, which spiralled throughout the foreign land.
That's when he opened his eyes.
A tranquil sea of light pink stared at him, as he intently stared back. A small cloud-like shape manoeuvred across the unchanging, vast ocean above. It looked too big, and too detailed to be a cloud though. It's when a small line hung off of it he realised it wasn't a cloud, but in fact a small island. A bright beam of light spurted out of the bottom, which appeared to keep it floating. As it faded out of sight, he sat up. He was attacked on all senses by the vibrant, boisterous colours. As he regained control of his senses again, he was taken aback from the magical landscape that sprawled out before him. He decided it was a smart move to try and gather his bearings in this foreign land, and he noticed something odd. He stood alone on a hilltop - the only hilltop in the vicinity. On that hilltop grew an outlandish looking tree, which consisted of brown leaves and a dark grey trunk. As he looked around his immediate area, he noticed a small, sloppily wrapped envelope which had seemed to be tossed aside. Out of pure curiosity, he picked it up and turned it over, which revealed a name: John. The man looked at the name in bewilderment, knowing nothing of himself. As he open the letter and read the chaotic text which was on it, everything changed.
Everything.
The tranquil pink sky was forced away and corrupted with a deep, sickening blood red. The colour was washed out with the sombre grey colours of the grass. A strong wind assaulted the tree, stripping it of all leaves revealing only two things - a red apple, and a note. The red apple conflicted with the surrounding area, which offered a reassuring sense of security. The man reached out like second nature, and gently plucked the apple off of the tree, completely un phased by what just occurred. After he picked the apple, he took the note too which contained the same sloppy handwriting as the letter.
"John! If you're reading this, then it must be time for you to come back. To fulfil your destiny. The thief of the light has returned, and you're the only one who can stop him. John! We all believe in you, we know you can do it!"
Signed, the people of Klerg.
Yet another mystery. The man scratched his head at this name. Klerg. Hidden deep within the confusion, an emerging sense of familiarity conjured when he read this note - almost though it was meant for him? He decided to obey the commands of the note, and sank his teeth deep into the apple's flesh, generating a satisfying crunch as he did. The apple emitted a painfully sweet taste into his mouth. As he ripped the bite from the rest of the apple, an incandescent beam of light shot down on top of him. He screamed in agony and confusion as it did so. After a few seconds it stopped.
Emerging from the light came another being, glowing with a luminous aura surrounding him, giving back light to the surrounding area.
John had returned.
