I stare at the kid, he's maybe a year older than me.
His hair is a darker color than mine, and he's got green eyes that took tike the man's that look like mine. He's thinner than me but almost the same height. "I said you're supposed to be dead" his voice is hoarse as if he's been crying for sometime now. I open my mouth but nothing comes out, almost as if my voice was taken. A girl calls from somewhere else and the boy turns around. Before leaving he grabs my arm and drags with him. I don't fight him, his touch feeling familiar to a touch from my past. He stops at a strange looking building that's made of a black stone with etchings in it. The boy drags me inside where there's another person standing. Waiting. When the person looks up I gasp. Her face is like nothing I've seen before, her hair the darkest shade of brown I've ever seen. Her eyes a lighter shade but still very brown and beautiful. She looked me up and down and whispered something incoherent. "H-how are you here, we buried you three weeks ago." The beautiful girl seemed to also be older than me, her voice the sound of angels singing. "I-I don't know." My voice is a shattered mess, every word a cracked mistake. The girl study's me, her eyes giving away nothing. "Do you even know your own name." The girl looks me dead in the eye waiting for an answer. "M-my name is Rito Warrior."