You don't know.

Your world is devoid of light, of warmth, of sound.

Your body is stiff and your mind sluggish.

You can't think or discern when you're asleep or awake.

You can't even tell how long you've been like this.

Worst of all, you can't remember anything before the cold, silent darkness. Your life, your home, your people, what you are or your appearance, Gone! All thats left is an emotion and a single word that still echos in the back of your mind.

Fury and Smaug.

Its weird to feel angry about something you can't remember. But that what's pisses you off! You should be able to but you can't! The cold or the darkness or the silence doesn't help vent this feeling so you can feel, something, anything else!

Don't even get yourself started on what Smaug is. You've deduce that its a name, but you can't figure out what for. Names are for things, but all this world has to offer is cold and darkness and silence. Is it for you? No. All you are is fury. Smaug is nothing. Forgotten, but still clinging to memory.

You think you're tired now and wish to sleep. But it feels just like being awake. Sleep and Awake, two words that belong with Smaug. But before you can forget more of your vocabulary, your world changes.

It gets warmer.

The fog that clouds your mind begins to lift.

Muffled chatter deafens you.

You feel something hard behind you. Is it pushing you or you it?

And a speck of light appears before you, growing in size. Soon, colors then shapes take form.