The man slowly open his eyes. The spear that once pierce him is gone. Feels of disoriented rush to him. Then a blinding white light flashing for a while. The scenery arround him distort. Within the bright light he feels a sense of longing that grown stronger, a feels of missing something and dont know what is missing. He sigh and took a deep breath. Letting the feeling of weakness take his conciousness away.

He dont know how long he pass out. Somehow he's lying on a bed. For a moment he stare at the ceilling while tryin to get a feels of his body before he sweep his gaze arround. A room made of ice that he never seen before, with a strangely familliar furniture. the dust and chilling air dance within light that shoot from the window, making beautiful pattern.

He stood, groggily, his limb feels weak. Each steep he take feels heavy. He stop in front of ice windows, a pair of red eyes stared at him that reflect on the windows, "this is.. me?" the man feels disoriented, a blocked memories clog within his mind. "Who is me?" he says this question with his still weak voice. Then keep staring at his own reflection

After a few moments he exit the room, his sight meet with a beautifull courtyard, adorned with tress that bear silver fruit and flower patch that made from ice, he move slowly toward the courtyard center where an fountain with clear water lies. He took a drink from the fountain. Rest awhile then continue his journey toward the end of courtyard.

The courtyard end with a broken stair. A gate stood before the stair end. He move nearby. Toward the stone fences. ahead lies a sea of cloud. He took another deep breath "a name..." he mutter slowly.

after few minute he walk back toward the main building when suddenly his gaze locked into the clear blue ice that crowned the peak that lies just behind the main building. No other thing was seen there, only a saphire like peak with a blue beam that pierce the skies. But somehow he feels that longing sense again, greater than ever. Another sigh left his mouth.

He then took a few step forward and start to cleaning the courtyard. Slowly and as attentive as he could. Leaf by leaf, dust by dust.

His daily life started with a cleaning duty at early morning. Then till evening he go prepare trap or take care the tree on the courtyard where the silver fruit grow, or search for wood to repair the building and do cooking, or most of the time he practice a movement that somehow appear within his mind. And once in a while he'll took a delightfull hot water bath in a makeshift tub that he made himself.

week by week keep passes. But this peak stood still as if time itself was avoiding it.

His body was no longer as weak as before. Within this time too he started to see a vision, illusion that seems ancient project arround him at interval times. Sometimes he saw himself in a battle field hacking trough the hordes, sometimes he saw himself reading. A random subject sprung and each vision feels real. He learn much from these vision. Everytime this vision started to play he'll stop what he's doing and just focus on this vision. Hoping that he'll find something about who he is, Anything that lead to a clues of who he is.

This routine keep repeating, the visage comes and goes. till he lost count of times.