It is midnight at the shores of the beaches in the city of Veldorama. Several stars gleam in the ever-beautiful night sky, with the moon accompanying them in shining the night. Crickets chirp in the distance, and there is barely any noise to be heard in the city except… from a half-naked teenager who just got washed up by the shore. He coughs up the saltwater in his body, and drags himself out of the water.
“What… the f- Where… am… I?”
He says as he fixes his dark blue hair with his hands. He has quite the pale skin, brown eyes, and also has visible cheekbones. His body is also muscular, having six-pack abs and muscles. His torn cargo pants are drenched along with his rubber shoes, colored brown and black respectively. He also has a bracelet made out of black pearls.
He tries to stand up, but because of his current exhausted condition, he can barely lift his own weight. He stops and looks around for people instead, only to find the beach with abandoned umbrellas and chairs. He looks past the beach and to the street lamps lighting up the seemingly lifeless roads. Only a few windows in the building are lit up, and the amount of lit windows is countable by hand.
Just as he was about to fall into despair, there goes a female coming from the left portion of the shoreline walks toward him. She wears a simplistic attire: a white cap with a yellow shirt and red shorts. She has a white skin (but not as white as the man), crimson hair tied in a ponytail, and eyes like fields of wheat. “Damn. Pretty rare to see some half-naked dude washed up these nights.”
“Help… me…” the boy says as he coughs up more saltwater.
“What do I gain from doing so?” she gives a smirk at the man.
“Please… just help… me”
“Why?”
“Just f***ing help me!” the man annoyingly shouts before he suddenly coughs up a big amount of saltwater. “Sorry… I didn’t mean to be vulgar.”
The girl smirks even more. “I’m just kidding. Of course I’d help you, I’m not an a-hole,”
“Thanks” the man says before falling into a sudden sleep.
“Well damn it, it would really help me if you were awake and helping yourself… but that isn’t really much of a problem…”
8:00 AM, in a hut on the same beach.
The man wakes up lying on a sofa made out of bamboo, and notices that he is wrapped in a blanket. He checks out the pillows of the sofa and the blanket, and then tries to recall what happened. The girl from the other night serves a tray with two cups of iced coffee and places it on the coffee table in front of the sofa. The hut’s made out of bamboo and other natural materials, with no proper windows and doorway – only holes. There are paintings and such displayed and hanged on the walls, mostly about nature.
“I know you’re wondering how you got in this situation,” the girl sits down on a vacant sofa. “Trust me, I would too, considering a while ago you were just washed up on shore.”
“Of course I would be wondering how. But I’m also wondering why, where, when, and who,” the boy replies back as he looks at his body’s condition.
“Well… I’m not the one to wait, and I’m curious about your situation. Go ahead, ask,”
The boy looks around the hut and looks through the windows.
“Where am I?”
“A beach.”
“What beach?”
“I dunno.”
“WHAT?” his jaw drops suddenly as he exclaims in shock.
“I’m just kidding,” she smiles. “This is the Vermillion Resort. I own a portion of this resort, so bow down to me, peasant.”
“Quite the high position you got there, but that means nothing,” he says it with one of his eyebrows raised up. “Proceeding to the next question, who am I?”
An odd silence filled the hut, affecting the environment as well.
“You’ve got to be joking, right?” the girl says with a smirk in her face, but he could tell she’s shocked by looking at her eyes. “Don’t you know your own name? Your name which your parents gave you? Really?”
The boy bows his head in dismay as he stares on his palms, and then looks back at her.
Both of them stare to each other for a few seconds. Just for a few seconds, until the girl decides to look away from his gaze. “W-Why are you looking at me like that? Is that how you repay your kindness? By sta… staring at my… guh!” she then crosses her arms and looks at the customers enjoying themselves on the beach.
The boy’s eyes widen. “No-no! I didn’t look at you in that area! Pretty sure you stared into my ey- Oh for the love of the sea, I’m just going to continue!”
He looks at his bracelet on his arm. He feels… the sincerity and love on the pearl but at the same time… he feels the agony and treachery of one he held most dear. He can’t figure out the pieces, but it is what his instinct tells him. He thought to himself that this bracelet surely holds an important and dire memory for him, but he can’t remember. “Tsk… this truly is an excruciating situation… having to remember a memory which life forced you to forget.”
“It sucks. Not only do I not know my name, but I do not know the name of my parents. Worse, I don’t even know if I had parents that guided me. What if before I lost my memory, I was a troubled child? Now that I think about it, I could’ve been anyone in my previous life. All I know is that I’ve been washed up on the shore with no one to remember, no one to care for, and no one to love. I feel like I’m all alone… alone in my own life, alone with my mountain of questions ready for answering.”
The girl looked at him with her cap down, trying to cover her eyes. Yet her smile gave the impression of pity and sympathy, which can be easily read. “You’re not lonely in this world, dude.”
“What can you possibly mean by me being ‘not lonely’ in your opinion?”
“You got me, I guess. No big deal,”
The man’s eyes became filled with hope. His smile – even though it’s not much of a change – showed joy and gratefulness. The capped girl still covers her eyes, but leaves the smile exposed. “You would be willing to be a friend to a random stranger?” he asked with a suspicious voice.
“Of course not…” the girl stands up and moves beside the bamboo sofa, looking at the boy. “But you’re not some random stranger. You’re a dude who I could call Aquaman or Namor. My name is Elena Guinevere, and since I supposed you have to decide for yourself what’s your name,” she reaches out her hand to the resting boy.
The boy had to think for a few seconds before deciding a proper name for him. “You can call me Tristan Vermillion,” he reaches out to her hand and shakes it.
“Quite the name you made up on the spot, bud,” she lets go of the hand. “Now… let’s see around his city whether we can find your missing memories and such.”
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Originally Posted by Ohlid
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