Flamel.

He didn't know what it meant or where he had heard it from, but the word burned itself within his mind, it's presence all-consuming, demanding every single iota of his attention. His head pounded like drums of war, the sound of blood rushing like a raging river. He was on the verge of passing out when suddenly it disappeared as quick as it came. He tentatively cracked open an eye to see his surroundings. A dense canopy occupied his entire field of vision, he could barely see his hands in front of him as he covered his face.

He was laying on the hard ground. He didn't recognize his surroundings. He didn't even recall how he had gotten here. He slowly got up on unsteady legs when another burst of pain made him collapse face first. He'd had remembered. He was going out with some friends to eat lunch when suddenly the skies darkened. A flash of light, some screams. a floating platform hovering over an endless abyss. Eyes, many eyes, so very many eyes, all of the eyes. They stared at him unblinking. Following his every movement. Things moved in the shadows.

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Staring back at him, hands reaching out waiting for them to fall. A bark of laughter. His own? Or somebody else's'? 11 other people. Moving blobs. A loud and harsh voice in their heads. Was it one or a million? He didn't know.

Reincarnation. Power. Immortality.

Prepare. Run. Where was he running to? Why? From what? He didn't know, only that he had to Run. 

 He coughed up a glob of blood and bile before darkness consumed his vision.