[b][u]"An Awoken's Epitaph"[/u][/b] From the shards of tattered dreams, I rose - unwilling. Tossed upon tides of pain that flowed and ebbed and left me searingly awake. And more revoltingly - alive. It was then I saw her, for the first time. She greeted me while my mind was shattered and in fragments. She spoke in a soft manner while the sky was dusk and I was eager to listen. I know nothing of my past but a visage of my former self she hinted in her expression. My mind was nulled and stricken with apathy of the outside world but I was more concerned with the present. She was cold and yet comforting. She asked if I remember the world or my creators. I once knew beauty and peace and now the new terrain is uncharted and barren. I attempted to remember my old life but all I know is the voice in my conscious and the ache in my flesh. I live but yet I hold no purpose. There is no context clue or memoir I could look to but then there was her... She knew.. She knew more then I... Her skin was pale with a blue tint, her eyes black with long serene blue hair. Her voice soothing and delicate. Then in shock I pondered to take a mental note.. She was not breathing but alive. She wore a black as night cloak that covered from her mouth to her legs. I paused to analyze my surroundings and then I looked in her direction and she disappeared from sight. I had questions and so I gathered my thoughts and sought to find her in the once beautiful scenery now a windy wasteland surrounded by building formations and sand. She was gone the second I looked away and then looked back in her direction.. I did not fear her nor did she worry me. I now knew 1 of 3 things.. She knows more then I about myself and I couldn't comprehend my creators or the last known memory I remember of a war being waged in my last moments of life.