Looking around, his eyes were still foggy, sore and burned each time he blinked. Laen felt horrible, like he had gone through some long battle of some sort, but the memories of such an event were gone.

His eyes searched his surroundings, looking from some clue to cause it all to coming back, but there was nothing there that looked familiar. Nothing there that he had ever seen before.

His sore eyes made their way to bones on the ground, looking into them as if searching for the truth in them. I do not remember how I have gotten here or what has happened. I feel awful. His voice was still sounding as if he was groggy, matching how he felt.

Laen took his free hand up from his side, wiping his forehead, running a hand through his gray hair. It wasn't like it usually was, something was very different about him. The loss of memory, the numbness, the horrid state he was in, nothing like he had ever been through before.

The mist glistened in the light of the strong moon, the smooth dark surface illuminated. In his mind, he remembered a flash of lightning. The bright flash was blinding of white and purples as thunder rolled. It was a vision, by the mist, that same mist he now looked upon. But what does it mean? What happened?

Shaking his head from the blank stare he was giving to the lake, he turned his head slowly back to the bone at the ground. His muscles sore and stiff, cold, his whole body was cold. "Forgive me, I did not mean that you would have harmed me. I do not know you at all. But please, put yourself in my position, laying here to awaken to see your face, feeling much worse than I look I assume and remembering nothing of what has happened to me."

He hoped that if one of the bones or ghosts was truely just passing by that he would not take any more offence to his words. His thoughts trailed off as he looked down again at the bones, holding his forehead as he tried his hardest to remember.