Ezra

“Kay” sat by the river, staring into the water. … “Kay”... Is that really his name? It doesn’t feel right. Even if that was once his name, it no longer feels… correct. What is his name? As he continued to sit by the river, he watched the fish passing. Fish, they don’t have to worry about silly things like names, yet that also means they never learn to be their own person. They are doomed to fall to the cycle of life and death. Just like everything else. If he wants a name, he wants it to be something that feels like him. He wants his name to have meaning. … Whatever, he’ll worry about it later.

When the angel woke, two people stood in front of him. Only then did he notice his injuries and loose feathers. The woman with mint green hair addressed him with a name that felt so familiar and foreign at the same time. Was it his? Although he has awakened with no memory, he has a feeling that they are familiar. Taking the hand of the Reverend, he agreed to come with them. They promised shelter and care. With that he was taken back with them. While he may never know the relations he had with the two, he hopes he made the right choice to trust them.

The snapping of sticks and the crunching of leaves echoed through the forest. Nighttime has fallen and without and form of protection, he was left vulnerable to what waited in the dark. The angel kept running, hoping to find any form of shelter. He could barely keep himself conscious. He found shelter, unaware of where. He could not care at this point.

Ezra The Lost takes their place in the story. With no memory of his life before, he wondered the forest for days. With no way no protect himself, he was injured along the way. In front him stood two familiar faces unable to be placed. Now, he's presented with a new path that he must embrace.