Restart: Walking After Waking Again

He opened his eyes in a world not his own. A child in an orphanage on a forgotten hill—quiet, distant, and far too composed for his age—he spends his days watching the town from above, waiting for something he cannot name. Born into this world with the memories of another, Rowe recalls cities of steel and flickering lights— but nothing of who he was, or how that life came undone. As the days drift by in hushed repetition, he mimics the world to blend in, while a deeper longing stirs beneath his silence: the desire to understand where he is… and why. And yet, something in him moves the world. People are drawn to him. Strange things begin to stir. Danger nears—but never touches. And within him, something begins to awaken—slowly, like the turning of stars. To others, he is simply one of the many nameless orphans left behind. But beneath that calm, unreadable face lies a forgotten name, a history erased. This is neither a tale of prophecy foretold nor that of a fate destined. Not a chosen hero’s rise or a villain's demise. It is the quiet unraveling of a boy trying to feel real—feel alive A child who slipped through fate’s fingers… and began to walk again. (Some excerpts from future^=^) “Don’t go there, move… it’s not safe,” Rowe warned, not out of panic, but habit—like he’d known what would happen if not stopped. Annora stands alone under the blanket of the clear dark starry sky. The wind tugged at her cloak as she prayed, “If you’re out there, please... find your way home, Isenor. Please, come back to me…” She had said it so many times, the stars seemed ready to answer. The air shifted as boots hit stone. A voice called out, clear and firm, “Enough waiting. Positions, everyone. Today marks a new beginning—we confer knightage on to the next generation.” declared Abel Time forgets many things. But not the ones still meant to be found...Let's walk the journey along with this curious soul