chapter three you losers

Chapter 3 x--
He rose form his slumber, yet again. This time, it was set.
"Hello?" A tiny voice chided out of a place full of darkness and death.
"Anyone in there?" It was the voice again. Tiny, yet... delightful. It was one of a sprite's, the small, soothing voices of those creatures.
The small wings fluttered as the being had floated around the child. She poked and prodded. Finally, to much extent, the child's eyes were agape.
"Huh?" The sprite had examined each eye carefully. One was a glistening, enriched, emerald green while the other was a deep, sea-foam blue.
Small did they know that this was the first sign of a Universal.
The child regained feeling in his legs, then arms, and finally his altogether body. The "fly," as he thought of the being, was now gone. He sat up in his "bed" and looked around. It looked like a normal hospital.
"I survived..?" The child looked at his hands and saw that he himself had made it out of the situation unscathed. His confusion gradually arose, until an earthly figure had stepped into the room.
He was an aged man, the complete opposite of the child sitting in the bed. He had gray streaks coursing down his hair, as well as wrinkles folding over on his face. However, his body seemed immortal.
"Name." The man commanded.
It did not come to the child. "I-I'm sorry. I can't recall..."
"Ah, Ascension. Can you remember anything?"
"Death."
"Nothing else?"
"Falling."
The man was taking notes, jotting down things and piecing them together.
"Anything else?"
"Water. A father. My sister. A truck. It's hard to remember before that."
Again, repeating the process, the man started writing things down at random.
Time had passed, about an hour, although there was no way to tell. No clocks, watches, nothing. There was only estimation. It was long though. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. At long last:
"Well, you must be sent to Professor Valor at once. He will help you... remember, so to say. After that, you begin your training at Spectreun! The School For the Magically Inclined." The last part was mentioned with a booming voice and great patriotism.
The child was shooed out of the building and pointed in direction towards a tall, looming tower.
The child wasn't necessarily afraid, but more... uncomfortable. Although, he trekked forward, knowing something was about to begin.