<span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #400000">Alavann McBraid</span></div></span><br/><br/>Alavann slowly opened his eyes, he was laying on his back, in a lightly lit room will grey walls and ceiling. He was looking at all of this through red hair that he moved out of the way. He tried to start remember where he was and why, but nothing came to him, this causes him to start  hyperventilating, getting up out of bed with a start and running for the walls to try and find a door. No such thing presented itself, and his mind started to run wild as options of what could have happened and what is not possible to happen has happened. But the more his mind raced, the few answers he had and the more scared he became. He went around the room, looking this way and that till he came back to the bed and looked it over, he just focused on the disheveled sheets and tried to focus his mind on what he knew, and calming down.<br/><br/>He knew he had red hair, it kept falling over his eyes and he kept pushing it away with his right hand. He knew he was male, and that he had woken up here without any memories, but knew enough about everything else like reading and how to write. He figured that by how he freaked out and started to come up with situations he had an avid imagination. Taking a deep breath he looked about the room again, starting at the bed. He noticed the worn and used book on the pillow and reached for it, sighing a little as if he had just found his best friend, and by how worn the book was, it probably was. The title was Dragon Rider, and the picture of a blue dragon with a small rider decorated the front cover. For now though he just held it in his hand against his chest, his eyes moving to the nightstand, where he noticed a small piece of paper about the size of a book mark. He picked it up and turned it so the white backing was facing down. On the front he saw four small pictures from a picture booth, with four pictures of two young adults about the same age making funny faces and laughing at the camera, one of them had red hair about the same color as his own with bright green eyes. He assumed that was himself and smiled at the pictures. THe other had darker hair and skin, though features were similar suggesting that they were either family or from the same culture.<br/><br/>The pictures he put in the book, Opening the front cover he noticed some wording on the cover,<span style="font-style: italic">Happy Birthday, Alavann,</span>it said, but he couldn't tell by the hand writing if the person was male or female. "Alavann," he said out loud, shaking his head as his own voice sounded foreign. That made him shake his head and take a deep breath to quell the fear he could still feel. Next he looked at the walls, and a map decorated one of the walls. It didn't seem to make sense, but the wording on the left bottom corner suggested that it was of a fantasy world from a book or movie. Seeing that he smiled and looked the map over for the first time, that he could remember. It didn't seem to be of the whole world that it was based from, but just a small portion of it, and around the outer ridges of the map was the depiction of moving water, with ships and sea monsters in it's depths.<br/><br/>Alavann took a step towards the dresser, noticing two small items and a bear setting on its surface. One was a blue ribbon with the words,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFFF00">IT'S A BOY</span></span>stitched into the fabric. He smiled sadly at the ribbon, but could not say why he was so sad. The next item was an antique analog watch, it was made out of gold, that he could tell through the fading paint of the roses and leaves. It must have been from an older woman in his life that meant a lot to him, but if it was from his mother, grandmother, aunt or other influential woman in his life, the watch couldn't tell him. The bear, was interesting, it looked worn and well loved like it had been with a child from birth, but kept in well enough condition as if it was being saved for another child. It's fur was black with little white dots for stars, around its neck was a red ribbon with Alavann McBraid stitched into it.<br/><br/>lavann didn't have much time to think over the name, as the sound of metal scraping on metal reached his ears and chilled his spine. He turned to look at the wall moving to show a doorway, with a deep breath, he set his book down on the nightstand, picked up the ribbon and watch and set them both in his right pocket. Stepping up to the doorway looked one way then the other, on hearing more voices down the one way he headed in that direction, stepping lightly, but ready to turn and run back to the room. He saw a group of people standing and looking away from him, they didn't seem to be conversating, just staring at something, which caught Alvann's attention.<br/><br/>"Hi..i," he barely says when he sees the doom and the world beneath it, he starts breathing hard, his hands shaking a little as he stumbles a little, only just catching himself off a nearby piece of furniture.