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==> Begin Act Four

He began his new life strewn across the ground. He brought himself up to his knees and brought his hands up to his face. There were many scratches and cuts, and his hands were bleeding. As he got to his feet he began to wonder. Why did he not remember anything? He didn’t know. What am I doing here? Where am I? Who am I? He remembered nothing of his life. Only his name. Thom.
He turned around on a pivot and noted his surroundings. He was in the middle of a forest. It has been raining, he could tell. He then noted the clothes he had on. Very strange, he remembered seeing clothes that he imagines wearing before, a suit, and a nice hat and shoes, but can’t remember what he saw it from. His clothes were black, and seemed to be very old. He also had red leather boots, and a mask across his face. It was coated in mud. Suddenly the terrain burst into flames. The trees, like torches, turned the night into day. There came a rustling in the bushes nearby. Thom looked around, horrified, but saw nothing. His breath was rapid, and panicked, and took out his bow from the strife deck subconsciously.
“Well, how did I do that?” he mumbled, as he had forgotten entirely about his strife deck. And again, on instinct, he took an arrow out of his strife deck and knocked it on the string. Stuttering about magic, he drew the bow and waited, trying to calm his breath. Suddenly there came a shout.
“Hey, Jack, look at this! This guy looks like your grandfather!”