A new road not traveled.

by skytail

Arch 1: What an entrance. Prologue

Darkness. That is all there is. Perhaps that was all there ever was; but that can’t be. I have memories from the past; at least I think I do. I know who I am. I am Lazareth. But was I Lazareth before this? I only have the faintest of memories to tell me so.

I can feel it now, a breeze on my face, the ground underneath, and the achiness in my legs for standing too long. I will risk a peek at where I am. Everything is fuzzy. I open my eyes more than a crack. The light is stringing my eyes now, but I’m sure I’ll get used to it.

What do we have here? A clear blue sky, lush green grass, the smell of freshness untainted in the air, and dry, yet rich dirt under foot. This must be paradise, or what some might say is Heaven. Dear God, please tell me I’m not dead. That would sure dampen all this beauty.

Now wait just one minute. How do I know these things? I feel like I know, but I can’t think of it. And what’s a brain fart and why do I feel I’m having one? This is all too strange.

Let’s see what I have on. I seem to have glasses on my face, a black T-Shirt with a blue, unbuttoned, button up shirt over that, light brown khaki pants, and black socks in my blue and gray Van’s shoes on my feet. Oh, what’s this in my pocket? It’s my sonic the hedgehog chain wallet. In my other pocket is my Nintendo 3DS. I wonder what game is inside. Kingdom Hearts: Dream Drop Distance.

None of this is much use in telling me where I am. I’d better just start walking. Maybe I might find something. Maybe I’ll remember more about who I was. Right now, though, I’ll stick with me being who I think I am. Lazareth Gilbert. Maybe I’ll die because of the survival skills I know I don’t have. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll know who the heck I’m talking to.