Willam wake up, please wake up.
What who is that? He thought to himself Can you be quiet, please, I'm trying to sleep, and why does my head hurt so badly?
Please wake up.
Okay, fine, when he opened his eyes, he saw a small little girl who could barely be seven or six. She had black hair and black eyes. She wore what he assumed to be medieval clothing with animal fur on it, the kind you would see in a museum.
The girl came running at him and started hugging him." I'm so happy that you're alive. I thought that you were dead. Tears started coming out of her eyes.
Umm, who is this girl, and why am I laying on hay? Is this a barn or something? He looked around and saw his hand. Hold on, why are my hands so small? Where the hell am I?
The girl continued to hold him crying. "Mother is going to be so happy when she hears that you woke up!" She raised her head to look up at him, so did you, meeting one of the Nine.
What Nine? What is she even saying? He thought to himself, "Excuse me, but who are you?" in a nervous voice
The girl's face went pale. She let go of him.
William, you don't remember me; tears still coming out of her eyes.
She started running away, leaving him alone in what looked like an old barn.
Why is my body so small? This is so weird! And why did that girl keep calling me William? That's not my name. My name-hold on, what's my name? Who am I?