He thought. "It's cold." He brought his arms close to his chest as he attempted to keep himself warm.
He looked around at his surroundings. He saw a full moon up in the sky and could see vast amounts of sand in the moonlight. He thought as he looked at the sand. "This place again?"
The man, the Scarion, looked down. He saw a light blanket covering his body. He felt the soft fabric with his hands.
The Scarion looked at the blanket and the sand as he thought. "How did I get here? I tried to escape from that building, right? Why am I here again?" He looked up at the moon and thought. "Why is it night? Wasn't it day before?"
The Scarion continued to look around at his surroundings as he attempted to recollect his thoughts and recall what had happened before. As he continued to look around he spotted something. He spotted a figure sitting on top of a sand dune.
The Scarion thought as he looked up at the figure. "Who's that? Are they the one who brought me here?"
The Scarion got up out of the blanket and began to walk towards the figure. As he walked towards the figure he felt a cold breeze so he grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around his body as he continued walking.
The Scarion thought as he walked with the blanket wrapped around him. "This is just like how it was back home." He felt a sudden cold breeze. He shivered as he thought. "But, this place is definitely colder."
The Scarion continued walking until he reached the sand dune. He walked up the sand dune until he reached the figure.
When the Scarion finally reached the figure. He stood by the figure's left side. He stood and stared at the figure as he waited for something, for anything, to happen.
The figure was a man with short hair. He wore rough, black and red armor. The black and red armor he wore covered his entire body except his face. Strapped to the back of the man's armor was the man's sword and the man's bag. The bag was centered to the left and the sword was centered to the right.
The man with the black and red armor had his gaze focused on the dark sky above him. He seemed to pay no attention to the man who stood beside him.
The Scarion thought as he looked at the man with the black and red armor. "He seems familiar."
The man said with his gaze still focused on the darkened sky above him. "Are you going to sit down? Or are you just going to stand there?"
The Scarion said to the man. "So you speak the language of the gods too?"
The man looked over at the Scarion and said. "Of course. What other language would I speak?"
The Scarion jumped back in surprise upon seeing the man's face. He lost his balance as a result and fell down the sand dune. He fell about halfway and then stopped. He had landed on his back.
He lifted his head and chest off the ground then looked back up at the man as he thought. "T-That man... That man is..."
The man had turned his head to look down at the Scarion who had fallen down the sand dune. He said to the Scarion. "Anyone ever teach you proper balance?"
The Scarion pointed at the man and said. "Y-You're Alex Maxidus!"
The man, Alex Maxidus, said. "No." He turned his head and looked back up at the darkened sky again. He said with his back facing the Scarion. "I don't go by that name here."
The Scarion rose from the ground. He looked at the man angrily. "Don't screw with me!" He pointed his right hand's pointer finger at the man and said. "You're Alex Maxidus! You're one of the Seven Supreme Slashers!"
The man, Alex Maxidus, said with his back facing the Scarion. "I have no need for such a worthless title."
The Scarion said with shock. "What?!"
The man continued. "All I desire is to fight people. Why would I want such a title when all it does is scare people off?"
The Scarion said. "What? What are you talking about?"
The man said. "Have you noticed? This place. This world is different from ours."
The Scarion said. "Different?"
The man continued. "These warriors are different. They fight in groups rather than alone. They fight from a distance rather than up close."
The Scarion said. "What are you even talking about? You're not even making any sense!"
The man said. "Are you not a swordsman like me?"
The Scarion said angrily. "Quit speaking in riddles! Don't spout a bunch of nonsense and expect me to believe it! I know exactly why you're here! You're a Maxidus, right? Your family is the reason why I'm in this lousy place to begin with! You were sent here to kill Maximus Scarion!"
The man remained silent for several seconds and then looked back at the Scarion. "So, you're a Scarion?" He chuckled to himself. "This makes it more interesting." He grabbed the hilt of his sword with his right hand as he said. "Looks like I'll get to fight somebody after all."
The Scarion looked angrily at the man's right hand and said. "Are you mocking me?! Why are you grabbing your sword with your right hand?!"
The man said with a confused expression on his face. "What are you talking about? I don't even know you."
The Scarion said to himself with shock. "He doesn't know me?" He suddenly fell onto his knees and then onto his hands too. He thought as he looked at the ground. "That's right. I had forgotten. Nobody knows me. What am I even doing this for?"
The man let go of the hilt of his sword. He looked at the Scarion with concern.
The Scarion continued to look down at the ground as he remained on his hands and knees and thought. "Should I even be doing any of this? What is even the point of fighting if it is for people I don't even like? What is even the point in fighting if everything I do will just be forgotten?"
The Scarion slammed his right fist into the ground and thought. "No! Here it will be different! This world I will be remembered! This world I won't be forgotten!"
The Scarion stood back up off the ground. He said to the man sternly. "My name is... Minimus Scarion!"
The man said. "Minimus?" He smirked and said. "Very well then. So, you wish to keep your previous name? However, I do not wish to do the same. My new name is... Asterios."