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Dante woke up in the middle of nowhere. He slowly stood up and moved his head. His neck hurt and he felt tired. He couldn't remember anything, the last thing he could see in his mind was a large amount of light coming to him and them he woke up here. He looked around and looked at him, using the near water of a lake as a mirror. The face of a 18 or around that age year old boy looked back at him. The boy had black hear and wore black clothes. In his back there was something metalic, he took it out. A sword came to his eyes, bright but cold, which looked like made of light particles. The sword really contrastated with his look. He didn't mind though, and put the sword back where it was. He looked around again. There was a forest behind him, and not far from that, mountains surrounded the lake in all directions. The water of the lake also seemed strange, but he didn't mind. Dante felt something warm in his chest. Something he was almost sure he had never felt before. Home. He was in his home. There was no house or nothing, but he felt peace. He would build one. It would take time, but he had no rush. He turned back and couldn't see that, in the surface of the water, the face of a woman flashed for a second from his sword. He walked to the forest. If he would have put more attention to his surrounding, he would had seen a gray-black colored sword lying in the shore of the lake, it looked like an extinguish fire. The sword reflected the sun, emitting a red, fire like light for a second. Dante, who hadn't notice all this, was already chopping a tree using the sword he had. A memory, a very blurry memory of having done such thing before came to his mind. Humanity. For some reason, he felt human while choping that tree, even though he couldn't remember being anything but human. Human after all...
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Dante ~ Human after all
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Dante ~ Human after all
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Dante woke up in the middle of nowhere. He slowly stood up and moved his head. His neck hurt and he felt tired. He couldn't remember anything, the last thing he could see in his mind was a large amount of light coming to him and them he woke up here. He looked around and looked at him, using the near water of a lake as a mirror. The face of a 18 or around that age year old boy looked back at him. The boy had black hear and wore black clothes. In his back there was something metalic, he took it out. A sword came to his eyes, bright but cold, which looked like made of light particles. The sword really contrastated with his look. He didn't mind though, and put the sword back where it was. He looked around again. There was a forest behind him, and not far from that, mountains surrounded the lake in all directions. The water of the lake also seemed strange, but he didn't mind. Dante felt something warm in his chest. Something he was almost sure he had never felt before. Home. He was in his home. There was no house or nothing, but he felt peace. He would build one. It would take time, but he had no rush. He turned back and couldn't see that, in the surface of the water, the face of a woman flashed for a second from his sword. He walked to the forest. If he would have put more attention to his surrounding, he would had seen a gray-black colored sword lying in the shore of the lake, it looked like an extinguish fire. The sword reflected the sun, emitting a red, fire like light for a second. Dante, who hadn't notice all this, was already chopping a tree using the sword he had. A memory, a very blurry memory of having done such thing before came to his mind. Humanity. For some reason, he felt human while choping that tree, even though he couldn't remember being anything but human. Human after all...