The night sky loomed above, the cool wind swept the lands, and the ocean waves crashed into the yellow sandy shores before withdrawing softly, taking portions of its sands. An ever going cycle of take and return.
There remained little to no sounds apart from the intensity of the ocean spreading about the world behind a certain naked young man. He had arrived from the sea and had stood at the center of the shore for minutes. His eyes were listless and his body stationary.
Tristan had remained unconscious many minutes after he arrived from the raging oceans, having swum over 4km from the sea's depth to that shore!
No one had seen him during those mere moments so they had been unable to gaze at the beauty of the young man that had emerged from the ocean. Nevertheless, that would be a title that went before him, known by the people of the world he had arrived in.
Fair skin, glistening in the silvery light of the moon. Having spent a prolonged period within the depths of the ocean, Tristan's skin had defied the rules of the nature he knew, obtaining a clearness and blemish-less state.
His eyes had changed from their dark color, and now possessed two rings each of two colors encircling his black pupil. Purple and turquoise blue. He would only get to understand why that was possible in the future, but as of then, even he remained in oblivion.
His listless gaze remained what one would call divine, as even his eyes seemed to possess a glow of their own. His long hair retained its black color but even that detail seemed enhanced.
When Tristan finally came to be, he blinked, becoming aware of his surroundings, and the first emotion that formed on his features was confusion.
"Where am I?" He asked himself softly, sweeping his gaze on his surroundings. Tristan glanced at his body and realized his clothe-less state. Still, the winds coming from the vast ocean behind him barely affected him.
Nevertheless, out of instinct, he rushed forward, crossing the sandy shore to ascend a pavement of sorts only to arrive on a tard road, although it featured much damage.
Confused by what he saw, Tristan managed to ignore that detail, but the structures that stood before him further perplexed him.
"When did, Medrial have such buildings?" He questioned himself, somehow knowing that name instinctively.
Once again ignoring those details in search of something to wear, he crossed alleys and passed buildings to somewhat explore the location he had arrived in, and Tristan couldn't help but get worried by what he found.
"This isn't Medrial," he said to himself, placing his back on the walls of a certain building, whilst peeking into another street.
The buildings, the roads, even strange metallic objects, Tristan saw all this and felt confused. He did not recall any of those things existing in Medrial.
Still, he never got the chance to push forward in his memory, if not, he would have realized his memory loss.
Tristan heard sounds and he turned, looking into the dark space situated between two buildings
"Hey, you!" A masculine voice boomed from before him, and although he recognized the language it sounded different.
"What are you… He's naked!" The person exclaimed and a group of individuals, all male, made themselves known by reason of their gasps and comments of disbelief.
"Please… where is this?" Tristan asked, unafraid by the arrival of that group of six.
"What language is that?" The person at the forefront commented, asking his group. They stayed in the dark, but thanks to the little amount of light that bounced off the buildings Tristan could see bits of their figures and he noticed their attire somewhat resembled what he understood.
"Oi… what are you doing in this parts of town, have you not heard it belongs to us the Killer whales?" The said man's tone dropped and he stepped forward, into a significant ray of silvery light. Tristan caught all his details but furrowed his brows while he tried to understand the man.
He remained silent and struggle even appeared on his features.
Suddenly, in the blink of an eye and with a sharpness he very well felt, locks seemed to have been opened in both his mind and tongue and clarity flowed in like never before. The murmurs and insults from the others became clear, as he learned that variation of a language he believed he knew.
Awe appeared on his face but his silence had already pissed off the man in his thirties.
"You speak when you're being spoken to," the now-confirmed gang leader raised his hand to slap Tristan across his face.
At least he tried to.
Furrowing his brows in even deeper confusion, Tristan caught the man's speeding backhand. The slap had been traveling at a sluggish pace to his gaze.
Concluding that he wasn't in Medrial, Tristan ignored the fact that the others were now agitated, stepping forward with ill intent. Their leader raised his other to stop them from moving, however.
"Where is this?" Tristan inquired, but the man would not reply with words. Instead, he formed a fist with his raised hand, before proceeding to throw a punch directly at Tristan's face.
Tilting his head to the side and seeing strands of his hair get caught in that attack, Tristan noticed a detail he had ignored the first time.
'Why is he so strong?' He wondered inwardly, taking note of the excited grin that cracked open on the man's features. He looked crazed.
"Oh boys, we seem to have found ourselves a strong guy," the gang leader announced with a tone that irked Tristan out. But the fact that the others reproduced a similar intensity further made him uncomfortable.
"I do not want trouble," he admitted. "All I want is answers." He revealed, letting go of the man's hand. He had been unable to free himself.
"If you could spare some–" Tristan cut his own words short when his eyes flickered with a sudden urgency. He moved, stepping to the side. To his astonishment, three figures appeared to jump outside of the shadows, swords lunged forward.
But most of all; their eyes glowed!