"Twister… How could you…"

"Those words are the only thing I can remember. Who am I?" I said to him. "I guess my name is Twister, apart from that I cannot remember anything!" 

He looked at me in shock.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Twister… he is supposed to be dead." he stood for a second "No, no there is no way you are that Twister… although your storm power for sure does look a lot like the stories I've heard."

"What stories?"

"On the other side of the continent there was this group of mercenaries, or warriors, I am not sure myself. They were called the Hollow Vanguard, and the strongest of them all was known as Twister. They however all died, or at least disappeared in one night… Or at least that is what that merchant told me."

"Huh…"

"Yeah, they were apparently all really bad people though, just killed because they liked it."

I stop and look at my hands. Could that be me? Surely no, right? But all those things he just said… They do ring a bell. What if that is me? What if I am a murderer? A killer? Someone who they tell horror stories of?

"Hey man, you okay?" Kaelen cut me of before I got too lost in my thoughts. "Look there is no way that was you. First, it's probably just a story some drunken made up at a bar. Secondly, you saved me, and if you was that Twister there is no way you would fight to save someone like me."

"I guess you're right…"

"Come on now, tell me, how did you stumble upon me?" He asked.

"Well, as I said, I don't remember anything before this… The first thing I remember is waking up in this jungle with nothing but these gauntlets by my side"

"What happened then?"

"Well…"