"Bring it, bring the syringe immediately, he is alive !"
In a gloomy hospital with dim lights, doctors, nurses and ward boys ran from one corner to another holding medicines, documents or stretchers.
All beds seemed to be occupied, with people lying on them, some half dying, some staying strong while some giving up.
The beds in the hospital hall were arranged in groups and each group had it's own banner fluttering over with some writings on it in an unrecognized script.
One group however, unlike any other group, was almost empty, but somewhere towards the edge of that group, infront of a window, was a bed, on which lay a person.
In curiosity and confusion, doctors and surgeons gathered around that patient, covered in bandages and different medical equipments.
"I cannot believe it, he is that one? The only one who was saved by IDRF ?"
"Yes, one they say, just one, it's horrific !"
A few of them talked with each other in puzzlement and disbelief.
"Has he underwent the Space-Time surgery yet?"
"Yeah he just did, the injuries were very fatal, let's double check his vital status before we waste the syringe on him."
A few doctors went towards the silent heart meter which had a tube attached to the person's chest, a device somewhat resembling an electrocardiogram, but it looked more efficient and portable. It was designed to measure the cardiac cycles, sinus rhythms and the electrical activity of the heart and hence deduce whether a person is alive or not.
The doctors, some with anticipation and hope while some with boredom and placid faces gathered towards the heart meter and operated it.
As soon as one of the doctors pressed the display button, the small monitor of the heart meter flashed with wide waves of heart beats, it's long amplitudes constantly vibrated on the screen.
The doctors were stunned. Not only was the person undoubtedly alive but also he fought all forces that threatened to extinguish his vital spark, tenaciously clinging to it, as if that life is his only hope and the greatest treasure he will ever wield.
The doctors converged around the person's bed to have a more vivid look at him.
He was a thinly built young man, probably in his sixteens, he had a pale complexion and black messy hair, his face was quite sharp and his closed eyes were slant.
A few upper buttons of his white shirt were undone with the sleeves rolled up, it was tucked inside a black trouser that reached all the way to his ankles. A fancy black suit with yellow buttons, a yellow tie along with an olive green backpack was kept beside him.
He slowly opened his eyes, revealing a bright yellow iris, he looked at the white ceiling above him and slowly rose, leaning against the headboard.
First his face was calm in fatigue, then came confusion and then came horror. He looked at the people around him and analyzed them.
They had fair complexions, most of them having brown or blue eyes, blond or brown hair. The boy thought he was surrounded by westerners, he spoke in English clearly despite his non English origins.
"What is this place? Where am I?"
For the doctors it was an unrecognized and otherworldly language. For them, these words of confusion were nothing but strange and unknown sounds. The doctors tried to comfort him down.
"What does he say?"
"No clue, earthlings do have wierd languages."
"Anyone got tongue alter potions?"
A doctor injected the life supporting syringe into the boy's right forearm. One of the doctors called for a nurse who was passing by with a tray in hand, on which stood different colored potions with droppers.
The doctor took a blue coloured potion from the tray and pressed the upper rubber part of the dropper sucking in the blue liquid and went towards the boy.
The doctor pressed the boy's cheeks to open his mouth, the boy aggressively reacted, repelling the grasp of the doctor's hand.
"And this brat won't even try to communicate, leave him and let him die !"
As soon as a doctor yelled those words, a man walked in from behind and replied massively, "Amazing medical conduct !"
A man with a solid build, short white hair and clear blue eyes stood in front of them. He was wearing a white full-sleeved uniform with blue accents which had different badges and emblems on the shoulders and collars. He wore a disgruntled expression on his astute face. His name was Yuriel.
"He is still in his teens, finding his way out, but fate has struck him with a disaster. Look at him for once with a hint of mercy and generosity. His youth is ruined. See the situation from his angle and you will know that we are also speaking a phonetically horrendous language !" his loud tone silenced the chittering doctors.
Yuriel took the blue potion from the doctor's hands and shook the flask a little.
"It's quite inaccurate alchemically, we sure have alternatives," Yuriel fastidiously examined the texture of the potion.
He moved out from the group and raised his head above to have a look on the writings on the fluttering banner above.
"Refugees from Human World."
He took a flask of green potion from the nurse's tray and walked towards the boy, he squeezed the rubber end of the dropper which made some of the green potion suck into it's column and sat on the bed.
Seeing him so close, the boy retracted and took a defensive posture.
To the boy' surprise, Yuriel took out the dropper and put it in his own mouth, the boy confused, watched the green column getting emptied in Yuriel's mouth.
"See, it's not harmful." Yuriel said with a slow and assuring smile.
Yuriel again pulled up some of the liquid into it's column and brought it close to the boy's mouth.
The boy hesitated but then ultimately drank the potion from the dropper and then he lay on the bed instantly falling asleep.
"The surgery did wear him out," one of the doctors commented after seeing the boy's state.
Yuriel rose up from the bed and spoke to a woman about something with a serious look and left the hospital.
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The next day, the boy finally awoke from his deep sleep, he opened his eyes and found himself in a very different situation, it had brown walls and a warm cozy bed unlike the cold one from the hospital, a flower vas was kept on a small table at a distance, the room was unused and hence well arranged. It was a room on the third floor of Yuriel's house.
The boy rose up from the bed, sitting up against the bedframe.
Yuriel entered the room with a tray in his hand which had a bowl of soup and a few pieces of barley bread dipped in butter.
"How are you today?" Yuriel asked in a gracious tone, in a different language than the boy originally knew.
The boy's face was ruffled in doubt and wonder, he slowly comprehended the new language and opened his mouth to answer,
"I'm unaware of where I am so I can't answer that." His reply was unusual and somewhat unexpected, it startled Yuriel.
"I brought you breakfast." Yuriel sat on the bed infront of the boy with the tray in hand.
"Thank you, can you tell me where I am? I don't recall being in an accident." The boy spoke clearly without hesitation. "And also, why am I able to speak this langauge I don't know?"
"It is because of that potion you had before." replied Yuriel in a steady voice.
"Who are you? May I ask your name sir?"
"My name is Yuriel, I'm a senior officer of IDRF."
"I am Kanito Aramishi, what is IDRF?"
"I will explain it to you. First you tell me, what do you remember before opening your eyes in that hospital?"
"All I remember is that I was returning home from my school's farewell party."
The previous night was the last day for Rose Central High School students to meet each other in school. At the end of the party, students gathered in groups, chatted with their friends, reliving old memories. They slowly left the school premises as they bid goodbyes to their friends, not knowing whether they would ever meet again.
Among them stood a boy of medium height and thin built. He had short black hair combed stylishly with curvy front bangs, had a pair of slant thin eyes holding a yellow iris. He was wearing a black suit and under it was a white shirt, tucked inside his black trousers, a yellow tie was around his neck and an olive green backpack hung from his shoulder. He had a gentle melancholic smile on his face as he bid his friends goodbye. He was Kanito Aramishi.
The party was long over and Kanito was headed towards home in the dark midnight. As he crossed the wall of one house, he saw a mysterious looking man in a long black robe sitting with his back against the wall at the edge of an alley. His face was covered in a black velvet veil which had an emblem of a white wing with complex yellow patterns on its marginal coverts. Kanito didn't pay attention to him and continued to move.
Kanito moved to a certain distance and realized that he was standing on some indistinct red patterns drawn on the ground. Before he could think of anything else, he felt a lacerating stab in his chest, signaled by a sound of thrust.
He with a horrified face looked down and saw that a sharp dagger was protruding out from his chest, his white shirt and suit was soaked in red, he coughed out piles of blood, his vision blurred and he felt out of breath.
He saw that the man who sat with his face covered in a black veil stabbed him from behind with the dagger.
That man with a sinister grin saw the blood from Kanito's chest trickle down on the red circular patterns below their feet.
But then in the sky, a blue magical portal materialized and from that portal, came out Yuriel, he came down and landed a huge blow on that veiled man.
The man managed to dodge this attack quickly and engaged in a duel with Yuriel. But soon, Yuriel overpowered him and killed him with a heavy thrust of his sword, he then touched Kanito's wound and healed it by some means. That wound closed and the blood loss stopped.
The man lay dying on the ground laughing maniacally, the patterns on the ground were indeed a magic circle which started glowing in a red aura. Kanito rose from the ground with confusion and stood afar along with Yuriel. As he watched the mysterious circle glow, dangerous creatures slowly one after another came out of that circle.
Suddenly those creatures, broke the slow pace and in huge numbers erupted from the circle and spread in all directions armed with various weapons in their hands.
Kanito was petrified by the scene, he was just healed but was attacked by one of these creatures again, he fell hard on the ground, that creature pounced on Kanito's back and on his shoulders drenching him in blood.
Yuriel killed the creature and delayed no more, he held Kanito in one hand and flew high up in the sky towards the blue portal.
Slowly the numbers of those creatures increased and became uncontrollable, they scattered all across the city in no time.
Yuriel grabbed Kanito by the back of his neck and flew in mid air. Kanito with terror in his eyes saw a deadly scene below, the city was burning in flames and the air was jarred by the screams of people.
Yuriel looked around him as if helplessly searching for his companions, he saw the blue portal shrinking.
The numbers of the creatures increased relentlessly, they killed people, destroyed everything that came in their way and wrecked havoc in the land.
The portal shrunk more and as it was about to close, Yuriel waited no more and entered the portal along with Kanito, arriving in a hospital like place.
He immediately placed Kanito's cold body covered in lethal wounds on a stretcher and a few ward boys pushed the stretcher, taking Kanito away.