He awoke, a new world before his eyes. Memories returned like ripples on a dark lake. His name, his identity. Caieth’yahr. Had he died? It was impossible. He remembered being dazed by a bright white light, then darkness. Now with a clear mind he could make out his being again.
At first it was hard to move, the energy around him denser and harder to manipulate then what had been natural to him. He tried to regain his physical form but the flesh ached as it struggled to manifest.
It was of no use. Anger burned in his mind. He was an Azur. A master of body, soul and mind. Yet here he was, nothing more then a conscious ghost unable to touch the world around him.