There are tears in my eyes, ones I had not wept, I wipe my eyes as I see the dark cavern’s floor again, with my knees on the floor. Oddly enough, I was no longer on the ground, instead, I faced myself, a dead body unmoving in its nature, blood spilled onto the floor. When I look at my hands, I see blood. 

Who’s hands are these..?

This felt like a fever dream, I tried standing up, but this body of mine now moved differently, I stumbled and looked over my shoulder, noticing that behind me there were people, familiar ones, yelling and shooting flashes of light at some... thing that had blocked the exit of the cavern. As I stopped being in shock, I started feeling my body being stronger and lighter than before. I tried to stand up again, remembering how to use this body, that was not mine.

This is a dream, it must be!

I stood up, with the rest of my senses starting now to adjust fully until I could make out what the people were yelling.
Is he alive, is your brother alive?!

These words came confusing
My brother had died..? My brother?! It must be a dream, it must be