Darkness. Pain. Lost memories. Missing gaps. Two weird creatures looking at me. No energy. Can't feel my left arm. Too confused and tired. I got weird red vision. Fire building up inside. A longing to know. Just one thought burned the most: Infared. This was my new name. Then Darkness again.
"Hey mate you okay in there you've been groaning and muttering, in your sleep, for the past seventy two hours" inquired a figure with an orange beard and mustache, as well as long orange hair that reached to his shoulders.
"Are you a leprechaun?" replied Infared "because if so then I must be in cuckoo town".
"Nah mate, I'm your brother Sundro" laughed Sundro.
"Would you please talk in a more formal manner Sundro, he has just awoken" remarked the figure standing next to Sundro.
"Who's him?" asked Infared.
"Oh he's just your other brother, Hawklight he's a bit mysterious sometimes" replied Sundro.
"Actually I am your half-brother to be exact" said Hawklight.
"Well I'm going to rest now" said Infared.
"OK" replied Sundro.
"Okay" replied Hawklight.
And he drifted off to sleep.
YOU ARE READING
Infared
FantasyA lost spirit has awoken. His memory lost except from a thirst for revenge. A new name. A new power. He will find out the truth of his path and his extremely red see through head.
