The Path of The Ravager

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[font=Century Gothic]His eyes slowly opened, and because they'd not seen anything for a week, a light pain seared through his head, because they could not immediately adjust to the brightness.

He got in a sitting position on his bed, and looked around. It was all so unfamiliar, he had no idea where he was, who he was, why he was here.
He got scared, panicked a bit, got out of his bed, and immediately fell on the floor because his muscles were not still awake.
He got up, tried to leave the room, when a figure in a dirty ratty old lab coat stopped him. He screamed, thought he would hurt him, and started punching him as hard as he could. Which was not very hard.

"Take it easy.. just sit back down, you'll hurt yourself."

"Where am I, what is this? WHO am I?" - asked the boy in panic and fear.
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"You're safe, you're in one of our hospitals. Don't worry, your erm... father.. will be coming soon. He'll explain everything to you." - answered the 'doctor', flinching a bit when he said father, silently angry at how anyone could consider themselves the father of this trash, this spawn of a dirty Outcast.

The boy lied back on the bed, his mind racing, trying to figure anything out, trying to connect the missing threads. Alas, his mind was blank.

An hour after, Navaro entered the room, looking worried, yet happy.

"Hello there. Are you all right? I know this all must be very confusing.. "

"Who are you? Who am I?" - interrupted him the boy.

"I am your father, you are Ignacio Navaro, a Corsair, soon to become a true one in any case."

It seemed to the boy as if he should feel something about all this.. But he felt nothing. His mind was a blank, at least when it came to emotions.
He didn't know what to think of all this, even whether if it was all true or not.. But he believed it.
Despite that.. something deep inside of him, in his subconscious, tried to scream to warn him, but his conscious mind did not hear it.

"What's a Corsair?"

"My.. you seem to not recall anything.. you'll find it all out very soon. Now, stay here while I talk to the doctor, and then we'll go home."

He turned to the doctor, and they went outside of the room to talk.
"So is everything all right with him?"

"Physically all is quite fine it seems, we'll need to see how his state of mind will be though. I suggest you don't rush anything, take your time for the new memories to imprint on his mind, we need him to believe fully in this new identity of his, for both your and his good."

"Okay then.. I'm gonna take him home now, introduce him to his new world."

"You do that.. I don't believe that little scum is worth the effort.. but yes.. yes.. I know.. It's yoooouuur choice" - he said in a mocking voice.

Navaro went back into the room, and took his new son by the hand, and lead him to the docking bay on the transport to Crete.

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