The boy woke up, drenched, and leaned up to observe his surroundings, the double beams from the two suns shone upon his face.
He was on a small rock on a river, with half of his body suspended off the side of the rock.
The boy took his first steps, sitting himself upon dry land.
He brought himself up again, and looked around the creek, the nearby area was surrounded in thick layers of trees and forms of shrubbery.
He stood himself up, once more, trying to figure out his location, the boy looked around, in an attempt to figure out anything, including where he was and who is was.
Soon, he discovered a small tattered backpack gently resting beside the river he had previously been by. He reached for it, feeling the fabric caress his hand, and opened it gently.
Inside were four things, a small metallic compass, a cut-up tinderbox and a grey, stained and rusty lantern.
Right at the bottom of the bag, was a small scrap of rolled up canvas.
The boy fumbled around with the canvas, before opening it, inside a name was written in large, rushed letters, "Key."
He presumed he was Key, he had no idea what it had meant, and why it was written, but he had decided to go along with it.
Key picked up the bag, placing the items back inside of it with plenty of precaution, but stopped to look at the tinderbox, something deep inside of him clicked, something primal.
He collected a bundle of sticks, and placed it down, into a neat stack and admired his handy work.
He withdrew the tinderbox, and struck from it, starting a small fire.
Key smiled, and sat down by the fire.
