A/N- I was bored and feeling ashamed that I had abandoned the original story. So, (Noticing my very big improvement.) Decided maybe I should remake it? Well this is my very first fic redone. Please enjoy. And It's been rearranged. Instead of an OC pairing its been adapted to AlexMia. The Oc pairing? well its become one-sided. From her point of view, seeing as people hate OC pairings. I'm also editing her personality completely. YAY. well enjoy.

Golden sun belongs fully to the company camelot. I do not own a bit of it.

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Golden Sun; Aftermath of the forgetful (Rewrite.)

Chapter One

The gusts that swept by were cold, harsh and beyond eerie. They echoed across the stone remaints of the old cliffside, as well as the few memoric ruins of what used to be Vale. Perhaps almost if trying to escape his very presence, or perhaps the gods were just trying to smite him for long misdeeds.

He stared at the faded skies above him with nothing with him but his pain and a slight smile. At least those shadows had faded. Finally. But what did he have to be proud of still? He couldn't remember what he had ever done to be swallowed by that endless shadow. He couldn't even remember his own name. Everything in his life before, places, people, memories. None existed to him anymore. Like that barren wasteland was all that existed along with him.

As the winds continued creeping, his azure hair fluttered only slightly. Then died with the wind lines.

Is this all there is? Everything?

He chuckled lightly and sarcastically. His face pale from weakening. Just how long had he been here anyways. He was so..lost. He heard the howl of a beast in the distance, but did not consider it a friendly sound.

There's no one who can help me. I should just acknowledge that fact, I suppose. He thought. How long must I lay here until this agony ends?

He wanted his own death to come so badly it was only more mental stress. He wanted to disapear from that depressing barren landscape as soon as he could. But something told him he wasn't going to die. Despite his utmost desire to. He only etched slightly and the pain reared up with an unimaginable force. His eyes moving down to see his torn flesh. The blood flow. His bone even visible. It wasn't as bad when he didn't see it. He clenched, trying to ignore it, however to absolutely no prevail.

He clenched his eyes closed. Praying hard for death already. This was unbearable. He calmed down and let his body rest, hoping giving up would hurry it. His body was bruised and beaten black. His bones broken. He was practically paralyzed.

But next came only the delusions.

The haunting voices. The familiar ones. He could swear it was familiar.

"Come on, get up Alex." It rang out sweetly. Maybe an angel was coming to take him. "You aren't going to let a little wound like that keep you down, are you?"

He cancelled it out. Just another delusion. Maybe he could remember a face, but as he tried, nothing came. He soon abandoned it. But the name it spoke of, was it his own. He could assume, but overall, could not be sure.

Heh, but I'm dying. He thought to himself. Whats the point?

"You aren't going to die. Stop complaining and get up." They seemed to kick at him in a way as they rang in his mind. His eyes let themselves open. The familiarity was still there. It was a person so specific in his memories. Yet couldn't find her face.

"Come on..Alex, just get up."

After so long of moments maybe his will returned a bit. He tried to force himself upwards. Painfully he clenched up. Trying to tell himself that maybe there was some reason to live. Despite the fact he didn't quite know why himself. He was so confused. He limped off in some random direction, no lights around but the natural ones coming down and gleaming from the star-splintered nightfall skies.

The pain only became worse as he stepped. He could feel the flowing of blood. After so long he would simply bleed to death, would he not? On the fifth step, he fell back down to his knees, then his face to the mud.

Forget fighting the inevitable. There was no point. He ignored those screaming voices as his head as they screeched words of fear from their forgotton faces of his memory. Their cries of despair flowing through his ears, yet they were still non-existant. He would not reply to them. Like he had the energy to do so.

He gave off a bemused, tough chuckle to himself as that cold, desolate place began to fade with his vision. A cough forming up the crimson color of blood. He could relax knowing he had nothing, therefore, absolutely nothing to lose in return.

"Alex, get up."

He was engulfed by the darknesss. Knowing his death had come as he desired so. Maybe he should at least pray happy that his agony was over.

He smiled at his demise as he lay, blood covered on the soils. In those last moments of consciousness he heard no more voices.

However, though he assumed his death.

He was mistaken.

The golden sun above somehow managed to wake him the next morning.

The man was absolutley nothing other than confused.

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A/N- REDO HAPPY! Well, it was pretty short but hey. Beats the old first chapter.