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You wake up in a dark room, laid out on a small bed, unsure of where you are. Due to the effects of your slumber, you are without most of your memories. For now, all you know is that you died in battle, and your identity. Each of the soldiers are laid in separate tombs, so you'll be alone for the time being. I wish you the best of luck on your journey.

At first, the only thing he felt was confusion. Where was he? How did he get here? Why is everything so... dark? In all of the uncertainty, he hadn't taken the time to remember who he was. He got up and tried walking around, seeing if there was some way to get out of whatever place he was in. He held his hands up against the wall to guide him, surprised that what he was touching felt like stone. It wasn't rough, and it didn't feel like a natural formation either. It felt like it was carved and molded into a specific shape, which concerned him. Why was he in a cave, laid on a bed like a small resting place? Or maybe... it was a tomb? Farium's extended arm fell to his side, and he stood there in disbelief. He remembered now, he remembered dying on the battlefield with others, soldiers like him. He lifted up his hand and closed his eyes, trying to recall how to use the power he was given long ago. A small bit of light began to shine through his eyelids, causing him to open them again. Like a torch, his hand illuminated the room and allowed him to see the entrance. It looked like a door, but he couldn't tell due to the unusual shape. Vines and small rocked intertwined in a small opening that wasn't covered by the smooth stone that surrounded him. He took a deep breath, then began to push away the rocks and vines until some natural light could be seen. From there, an explosion, seemingly out of nowhere, blasted the rest of it away. Farium slowly and cautiously walked out of the cave and was met with blinding sunlight. He gave his eyes some time to adjust before he continued forwards. He decided to look around a little, trying to gather as much knowledge he could before heading off without knowing what he was doing. Strangely enough, there were other entrances well hidden in the cliffside, which he assumed led to tombs just like his.

Leah woke up. She didn't remember anything. "Hello?"she said uneasy "Is..Anyone..There". She thought to herself this must be a dream right? Leah moved around the tomb unaware of the other people starting to wake up from their graves. She tripped over a crack with a big THUMP. She quickly got up and hid in a corner. She then noticed that this didn't look like a natural formation. Why would someone build a big tomb. Was she dead...no that couldn't be right. She was still alive she felt pain. She has to be alive. Leah kept saying that in her mind over and over.

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Admin felt something. a jolt of feeling. He jumped awake, startled. "What the..." He looked around, noticing that there were... others. Then he remembered. He was dead. But here he was, clearly alive as he got off of the small bed he had slept in.. He noticed a young girl in the corner of the large tomb. "H-hey! Wh-who are you? Wh-where are we?" He clutched his head, the world suddenly spinning. He got to the wall and kept himself upright. "Why are we here?" he said to himself, the dizziness fading.

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Leah noticed the young boy.He yelled at her.Did she do something wrong?"Hello I I'm Leah,"she stuttered."I didn't do anything wrong.I healed others to my death.Just please don't bully me."Leah screamed out of habit.She thought I might not be the only one that died in that war then.I wonder if I can still help others,but she was afraid to die by some ones pain.She couldn't take it anymore than before.She had to be careful.

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A gargantuan body, breath slowly filling massive lungs as a fallen hero awoke slowly. His armor, with bull horns and brutal spikes on the knuckles, shifted slightly as dust settled, drifting off of the blackened metal as the brute's eyes opened for the first time in far too long. His enormous blade was clenched in his hands, the bottom edge resting on his feet. One hand slowly unclasped the blade, clenching a fist and throwing it towards the darkened sky as his stone cradle erupted open. Micoh, the Demolisher and Supreme Bastion, awoke once again, his breaker blade clattering loudly against stone as he swung his legs over the edge of the coffin, soon hooking the blade to his back and letting out a grumble, every joint crackling as it popped for the first time in a very long time. The roughly eight-foot tall man ducked his head, passing through a small doorway into a larger chamber, several statues of his likeness guarding the walls. A tomb, he realized. He'd been buried here in the stone sarcophagus, only to awaken once more to fight another battle. But what battle? There was no sound of other life, so far. Only the silence of the chambers and the clatter of the giant's armor as he moved slowly through the haunting scene.

Noise. An unfamiliar noise stopped Farium in his tracks, a noise that seemed to come from the very chamber his eyes were rested upon. It sounded man-made, not like a wild boar or the wind, and it was loud. Was that the other soldiers? He was certain these tombs belonged to those who fell alongside him in battle, and the metallic sound had pretty much confirmed it. He walked closer, careful to make sure not to disturb anything around him. He moved the vines and the boulders, just enough to make a small ray of sunshine in the room. It looked almost identical to his, with the exception of an 8 foot tall giant standing in the middle of it. The sight startled him, causing him to loose his balance and fall backwards. He didn't remember a giant fighting with him... Then again, he had no memory of anyone he knew before. Strange... All he knew was himself and his 100 year goal.

Micoh heard a noise, turning his head quickly and lifting a small rock up in case he needed to throw it. Well, the stone was small to him. In all reality, it fit just perfectly in his massive palm. As Micoh stalked slowly forward, he silently cursed the weight of his armor and the amount of noise it made. A gauntlet thrust through the vines, tearing them away as the massive man ducked through the doorway, eyeing the source of the noise carefully. His metal mask guarded his expression from any onlookers, though his eyes were narrowed in some suspicion. His voice didn't quite work yet, after so many years of being left to dry. In fact, Micoh realized that his entire mouth was dry, as if he'd been eating sand.

Admin raised his hands. "Whoa, whoa, Buddy! Sorry. Didn't mean to yell at you." He inhaled sharply. "It's just... This is... strange. anyways," He held out a hand for a handshake to the girl. "I'm Admin. What's your name?" He looked around. "And, do you know why we're in some sort of chamber with like, a lot of other people? Because I can't remember much."

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"I'm Leah"she said."I only remember how I died in war"Leah lied.She didn't want to say that she killed people by giving them her injuries or about the bullies that hurt her."I hope we can be good friends.If you get hurt,tell me I can take some pain."She added sadly.Leah hated it when people wanted her to heal them.That's how she died anyway.
Flashback
Help me cried a hurt warrior.He was bleeding a lot of blood.She tried to heal him and stay alive at the same time,but his bleeding was to much and she died.She helped the solider at the cost of her life.Later she would find out that that solider died to some one random can take the role just say they remember Leah.She hoped the solider became famous and that her sacrifice would be remembered.

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He decided that his next moves should be made very carefully, he had no knowledge about this guy, meaning he didn't know his way of interaction. For now, he had to ignore the other noise beyond the giant, in another chamber just like his. If Micoh was like him, he could be more of a powerhouse than he appeared to be, if that was even possible. Farium had to remind himself that it was best not to make sudden movements or sounds, like he was a small, helpless rabbit against a large and dangerous wolf. It was silly to think of it that way, but what could he do when he knew nothing of the world and people around him? His only assurance was that he was a soldier, meaning he would most likely not be violent towards him. But, he could be an enemy for all he knew, and for whatever reason, laid to rest just like him. It didn't make any sense, but it was a possibility.

Micoh lowered his rock, tossing it back into the chamber and turning towards Farium, holding out an oversized hand to help the other up. A deep, hoarse voice rasped over Micoh's tongue. "I may not remember you, but I remember the rules of a fight. It always has to be fair. On your feet, let's talk." He hefted the smaller man up, settling him on his feet before trying to stand up straight and clashing his helmeted head against the ceiling with a loud crash, soon ducking back down and muttering curses at the stone.

Farium opened his mouth to reply, but nothing left his lips. His mouth was dry and no sound wanted to make its way up his throat. Well, he figured as much due to the circumstances, so he thought nothing of it. Instead of speaking, he nodded and began to follow. He almost fumbled at the first step forwards due to being suddenly pulled to his feet and the fatigue a long slumber brought, but he quickly regained himself and continued into the cave. The voices still continued, growing his curiosity and also his uncertainty, but he would have to worry about that either when they came to him, or he went to see for himself.

“ ugh what happened and where am I” she asked herself and looked around at everyone and she as shocked to see a Heavy armored man.Trying to fixed herself witch her hair was a little messy as she smoothed it out and stood up stretching. Thinking she was dead with the realization she panicked a little and thoughts rushed to her head .“ I-I’m a-alive” she said in shock and later pulling herself back together she asked anyone who would be will to answer “ how long has it been” then sitting down.

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