The lightest blue dragon flies skimmed the settled lake of northern Maine. Pebbles shined brightly against the sun's flashing rays of mid-day. The man's face was tense and spelled with a worried expression. Tapping, a tapping sound echoed around of the walls of the shadowy forest and the banks of the dark lake.
His face was dripping, falling if you would say of blood. The crust of dried blood was begining to peel off his fingers. The man groaned loudly and laid back into the soft, hot sand. Eyes moving towards darkness and faded into nothing.
Who am I? What's my name? Why am I here? I'm walking through a dusty desert and scented the faint scent of something. Blood? Maybe. Then I realized that it was blood, all over myself. Bleeding everywhere.
"Hello Daniel, I'm Scott."A man spoke whos name must have been Scott. Weakening he closed his eyes and woke.
"I am unknown"
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Unknown
AdventureA man wakes in a dark forest wondering, who am I? Blood trickled down his old and ruff face. He'd been told he was Daniel. Who was Daniel? Him? Maybe. He was unknown.
