Stewan Seagull

The man opened his eyes. Gullscreams and crushing waves echoed in his head. He looked around, not yet trusting his feet to stand up.

"Where am I?" was his first thought. "Who am I?" being a close second.

He staggered to his feet, still shambling.
There was a river over there, and behind a few trees the smoke of a city could be seen, rising into the air.

"It?s still warm, i must be somewhere South!"

Memory flashes appeared in his mind. A Ship. A Storm. A city of Channels and Bridges.

"That must be Vesper. Maybe i live there? No, thats not my home. I must go and seek help."

More memories flashed through his mind. An old man, shouting at him. A dark house at night. Pain. And Blood, again and again.

He picked up a dagger that was lying in the sand. It felt right at home in his hand, comforting, almost.

A grumbling noise was emitting from his stomach.

"I need something to eat" he thought.

There was a seagull nesting up the slope of the beach.

"Maybe i can take some eggs from that nest"

He slowly and carefully approached the bird, that somehow failed to notice him. His blade dashed forward and pinned it to the ground.

"Now that was odd." he wondered.

He plugged and prepared the bird and finally sat down to eat.

"Now if i had some onion and citron, some salt and pepper..." he stopped. "Maybe i?m a cook, or a butcher" he thought, looking at the remains of the unlucky seagull and absentmindedly waving the dagger.

"I need a name." A wide grin appeared upon his face. "I honor you for giving your life for me in time of need, bird-friend! I shall be known as Stewan Seagull, from now on!" he told the world in general and got on his way to the nearby, waiting city...