67th day of summer,511 A.V
Deep in the Cobalt mountains, where even many of the bravest hunters feared to tread, Kane Rosewood was wandering aimlessly through the mountains. he had been dead for almost half a year and he had still to leave the mountain were he died. some ghosts might of fled the scene of their death as fast as they could. Kane might have but for one thing.
He had no Idea how he died or who he was.
When he woke up he was in the middle of a mountain pass, alone with nothing in site, not even his recently dead body. The one reason Kane was still haunting these mountains was the hope that It might remind him of who he was, but even after 2 seasons he stll had no idea who he was. All he had was a hazy memory of how to use a sword, which was useless to him now that he was a ghost, which points in plate mail were weakest, and a large expanse of knowledge of the dead god sylir, and he still had no idea why. I must have been someone!he thought to himself in frusturation I can't be nobody can I? No matter what he did he couldn't get himself to remember and after a half a year he screamed his frusturations out to the open air. "WHO AM I!"