It felt as if the world was spinning all around him. He had no perception of up and down and left and right. He simply seemed to float through a void where he was depraved of his senses. And then the was a flash of lightning and he felt droplets of rain falling against his face, but he could see nothing until there was a flash of scarlet.<br/><br/>He sat bolt upright. His chest rose and fell rapidly and sweat rolled down his face, dripping off of his chin onto his lap. But he was cold. Bitterly cold. Something was wrong. He looked around intently as he slowly gained awareness of his surroundings. It appeared that he was in some kind of library. Where it was or how he got there he had no idea.<br/><br/>He looked down at himself. He was garbed in elegant robes that seemed to be made of some fancy material. They were snow white. Long sleeves ran all the way down to his wrists. He looked intently at the creamy color of his skin and then buried his face in his hands. He didn't know who he was. He tried to dig into his mind, but it ached. It felt like he was reaching for something that he had a million times prior but it was suddenly gone.<br/><br/>It was as if his existence had been replaced with a depth-less chasm. Certainly someone could tell him who he was. Shakily, he climbed to his feet, but he stumbled and collapsed against a bookshelf. It nearly toppled over, but it somehow managed to right itself. Only a single book fell from the shelves amazingly. He reached down and picked it up. The cover of the book was a featureless beige and there was no writing on the spine. He peeled open the pages and they were blank. Interesting.<br/><br/>Shrugging off the weird feeling he got from the book, he quickly stuffed the dusty volume from whence it came. He didn't have time to be worrying about a book. It was then that he heard someone shuffling around off in the distance. Apparently the library had a fairly decent size. So he took a deep breath and made his way over to the source of the soft noises.<br/><br/>He found a girl who appeared to be dressed in clothes far less elegant than his own. Was she of a lower station? He couldn't know.<br/><br/>"Excuse me, miss, could you possibly tell me where I am? And....who I am?" He knew she was likely going to think he was off his rocker, but he had to ask someone. He had to know who he was and why he had awoken there with no memory of who he was or how he had gotten there.