A dim light and the cold damp sensation of stone woke up the young man as he tumbled forward. Hands instinctively rose to meet the ground as bare palms slammed on smooth rock as he let out a breath which he didn’t know he had been holding. A sharp prick of pain formed within his hands as his eyes opened.

His consciousness returned despite there being a deep emptiness within the very core of his being, a heat which was no longer there. He breathed in and out as his eyes tried and failed to adjust to the near darkness of the cavern he found himself inside. There was noise, scuttling and chittering sounds of smaller creatures as he lay down on the smooth, cold stone floor.

Struggling to push himself up due to the weakness of his body, he rolled onto his side and stared up to a cavern which rose higher than he could visualise. There was a bluish light which emitted to his left side but far above he saw red dots appear and disappear above him.

He knew that he had returned but his name, his purpose, his identity were lacking. There was a memory, of flame, of heat and light at the edge of his mind but nothing solid. Nothing that he could hold onto, only the desire to hold that flame and control it, to change the world and hold it inside the presently stinging palm of his hand.

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“Reborn. I am reborn. Who am I to be reborn?” said the young man as he lay on his back.

The same bluish light emitted to his left, brighter this time as the chittering noises and scuttlings sounds abruptly ended. There was a larger noise, closer to a roar but it was distant. Far enough away that he could only barely hear it and he considered if he had only half-imagined it.

‘’A threat. Well now. Whoever you are, your body knows a threat. Lying here is death. I know that. Talking to myself is death. Only action will deliver me to freedom. Flames. I think I like flames, fire and heat. Get up me. Get up.’’ said the young man as he rolled onto his side

He immediately saw a vast mural of a man holding twin blades with wings of fire on his back and a crown on his head. The wall glowed with bluish-green phosphorescent moss and as he breathed he saw the light increase further illuminating his surroundings. The light shone onto his body revealing his thin naked form.

‘’Explains why I am cold and need heat so much. Naked on my side inside an unknown place. That image. The word. I can’t...why….no. I know those letters. Y...Y….Ya..Yalin. Is that my name? Am I Yalin?’’