III

“Get away from him child, he could be diseased.”

“No, he’s healthy. I think he may be from…”

Voices.

Open your…eyes.

“Praise the Erth. He’s awake father!”

The warmth of a touch.

He thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. Before there was only white, now a serene face looked down upon him. If only he could speak. If only he could think of a word that could describe…

Beau…

He tried to say the word, but it remained locked within his mind.

Was he still a boy? Or was he a man?

He didn’t know anything. He couldn’t remember anything.

The very few words that rattled around in his head were the first thoughts of his mind crying out.

Awake, only asleep. Found, yet still lost.

It was her eyes that pierced his very soul. Blue eyes. The first he had ever seen, or at least the first he could ever remember. Her skin was fair, delicate and untouched. Her dark hair was tied back, a wisp hanging down over her face.

She tucked it behind her ear.

He tried to speak once again, but his head pounded once more. Turning his head away and closing his eyes tightly, he attempted to block the pain.

She placed her hand on his forehead as he fell into darkness once more.

Green.

Blue.

The Sky…falling.

And then he saw something else he couldn’t describe. What was it? Words almost familiar.

“F…Father.” He murmured.

The young woman had sat at his bedside the whole day. Startled at the man’s voice, she leant in closer.

“Yes…?” she whispered in reply, unsure of what he’d just said. “It’s ok, you’re safe.”

“Rrrr….” he could barely catch his breath. “Jrrr…J…Jinnnn

“Jinn...? puzzled the woman. “Your name?”

“Jrr…Jinn.” he could see the bright light once again, so bright it was blinding. Briefly he saw something flash before him, something he couldn’t recognise. Then the light became a woman’s face. As he slowly opened his eyes he no longer saw anything. “My…name?”

She looked down at his unfocussed eyes and realised the man was blind.

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