Test #5

I will do it. Just give me a purpose to live. Don't leave me here.

Oblivio One stirred in his sleep, whispering random words. He winced when he tried to lean on his left, only to wake up with a stifled gasp of pain. His vision remained foggy but he felt safe. Easing himself to a sitting position, Oblivio One leaned against the cold stone wall and stared at his left arm. Rings of white light were placed tightly on his arm and he could feel it trying to break free. After a while, his monstrous arm let out a sigh and mumbled furiously. Looking around, Oblivio One wondered who he was. The last thing he remembered was a middle-aged man in a white lab coat whom pressed a button and everything went black.

Touching his face, Oblivio One felt the long vertical scar on his right eye. Willing his right eye to open, Oblivio One gave up quickly when he could not urge it to move at all. Licking his lips, Oblivio One noticed he was thirsty. How long was I sleeping? Have I been sleeping? This is definitely not the Lab.

Standing up, Oblivio One groaned as he touched his chest gingerly. The bandages felt clean and he poked his ribs softly. Broken ribs. My left arm is bound. Hungry and thirsty. Man, I feel like I just ran around the orphanage for days. What's an orphanage?

Limping to the window, Oblivio One took note of the condition his right leg was in.

Am I left behind again? Oblivio One thought as he gazed out of the window and saw a full moon shining against a starless night sky.

"Like a toy, am I?" Oblivio One wondered aloud, tears flowing down his cheeks. Why do I feel a tight uncomfortable feeling in my chest?

"I see you are awake." Oblivio One turned slowly. He stared long at the vision before him. A spectral figure in full battle regalia stood in front of the prison cell. Hair as red as the rage of a powerful volcano cascaded down her back in long tresses, fibers that seemed to come alive in the overwhelming aura of her power. Gleaming thick plates of gold metal sheathed her body, covering and layering every inch with a protective shell. Behind her, a writhing halo of fire traced a arc of solar flares through the air, backlighting her with a wreath of divine light, light that seemed to dance vividly upon the dull grey stone of his cell.

"Who are you?" Oblivio One asked, feeling ashamed suddenly. Confused, Oblivio One pulled his eyes back to look at Gwendolin. However, he still found it difficult to continue looking straight into her eyes. So he chose to look at her helm's sky-blue plume.

"I am Lady Gwendoline, Angel of the First Battalion for the Kingdom of Arkenlon." The angel replied, keeping her hand on the grip of her sword. Oblivio One looked down at the blade and was memerised by the gleam of the flawless metal. Suddenly, he fell into a reverie.


"What is your name, young man?" Professor Infynnio proffered his hand and smiled. Lenrio Kretacor stood a distance from his master, dressed in full black leather clothing. Keeping his hands in his pockets, Lenrio whispered a tune, eyeing the younger orphans with a murderous sneer.

"I haven't got a name." Oblivio One spoke, crossing his fingers. The boy stood up and Infynnio was surprised. He was almost as tall as an average grown man.

Oblivio One looked at the Professor briefly before staring down at his feet. Infynnio caught the weariness and the sadness in Oblivio One's eyes. The man grinned. Somehow, this boy reminded me of my childhood. 

"I'm Professor Infynnio. I have come to take you away from this dreary place." The scientist maintained his hand and Oblivio One accepted it. They both exchanged a firm handshake. "Do you like adventures?"

"Are you going to keep me and return me back here, like the other adults?" Oblivio One said with a straight face, but tears were already flowing down his cheeks. Lenrio came over and saw Oblivio One tearing. Wiping his smirk off, Lenrio produced a handkerchief from his breast pocket and dried the boy's face.

"Hey, don't be sad. We're here to give you a chance of life." Oblivio One looked up at Lenrio, whom returned a warm smile. "Let make your dreams come true, eh?"


"Pardon, are you listening to me?" Gwendoline spoke tersely and Oblivio One shook his head. What was that? A memory? Was it his? Or someone' else's? What is going on? Who am I?

"I have no name." Oblivio One muttered and retreated to a corner of the cell. He sat down, hugged his legs in and buried his face between his knees. He did not speak another word until the day of his trial.