Lost and Found - Finale

Let us rewind forward...

"Why me?" This single thought ran across Aren's head. It had been a few days he'd been out on the sea...alone. "This is it, isn't it? Why?! I was sent here—and for what?! To die?!" A roar resounded in the sky, then a radiant light covered the sky for a brief moment before disappearing.

A basket floated amongst the raging sea. Swaying back and forth. It was as if the basket was in the hands of destiny...

"This can't be happening?! Moore, I fucking hate you!" Thoughts of anger and sadness had been growing deep inside Aren ever since that disastrous day...

It has been 3 days and 2 nights...

On the morning of the first day, he was adrift on the endless sea barely conscious to remember what happened, so he stayed asleep throughout the day and only woke up at night. However, when he was asleep during the day, violent waves came and shook the basket he was in. The waves seemed to emanate from an island far away, but with each wave, Aren kept sleeping almost as if the waves pacified him to keep on sleeping. That night, he remembered everything that had happened but couldn't fathom the memory. Moore had put him in a basket and lowered him onto the sea. The last words he heard him say were, "I can't protect you any longer..." After which his ship was sunken by cannonballs, killing him in the process, or at least that's what Aren thought.

But why? How? He couldn't understand everything that had happened. Just the other day everything was calm then it became a catastrophe. It's as if it was meant to be... But, even then, why? Was he going to die at sea at the age of one? In fact, yes, it was destiny...a harsh one, but Aren didn't know that. Thoughts like these kept on drowning his head throughout the entire night. Teardrops and snot covered his baby face. Seeds of anger had been planted...

On the second day, having been drowned in misery for what felt like an eternity, he had become hungry and thirsty. However, the sounds of waves and the flicks that the sun's rays gave him reminded him that he wasn't at home anymore. No more good morning kisses, no more milk from his mother's breast, no more funny scenes from Emma, no more goodnight stories, and no more goodnight kisses. This was real life, but he had experienced this. hadn't he? Ah, yes, he had. Working on music at home with his cat Skylar... His cat Skylar... That name alone opened the eye dams. Why? How...? I want to know, damn it! The seeds opened up and grew into a long stem...

He didn't eat throughout the day or the night. He only kept on crying at his misfortune, what else could he do? Out on the open sea in a basket, having sunburned skin, a dehydrated body, and a hungry stomach, what could he do? He was alone. Nothing, nothing could help him. Anger and sadness were the only things that filled him internally.

And thus, the second day and second night passed...

Waking up only to feel his diaper soaked and heavy, Aren felt disgusted but didn't care. If he was going to die, then so be it. He had resolved himself to accept his destiny, after all, he had died once already. No matter where he looked, he only saw the underside of the basket and the sea in front of him. Nothing was going to help him, nobody was going to rescue him. This was a fictional world, right? Maybe by the grace of having plot armor—or luck—it would help him in any way? No, it was a fictional world, but it was real. This meant that even if he had lady luck on his side, he was uncared for by her.

With nothing more to think, see, or taste, he went back to sleep. However, he awoke to the repeated touch of something wet on his cheeks. Raindrops, dark clouds, and heavy wind. A war was coming.

The clouds covered the sky, suffocating the sunlight out. Winds pushed the sea back and forth, bullying them around. Raindrops hit everything in sight like bullets. Aren couldn't help but cry again, this was certainly the end.

Violently swaying back and forth, Aren's cries grew louder and louder but they were engulfed by the ongoing war around him. "This is it, isn't it? I'm dead..." sad thoughts flooded his head. "Why my me?! What did I do to deserve this?!" anger came into the mix.

"This isn't fair! Not me! Reincarnated...for what?!" he yelled to the maximum capacity his tiny body allowed him to, baby talk mixed in with his yell.

"Fuck my luck!" he yelled again. "I...I... I miss you, mom. I miss you, Emma," he cried out. "I will miss you guys... No matter where I end up, be it dead or alive, I promise I will always remember you..." And with those last words, he passed out. The strain he had put his body through couldn't handle it.

He didn't care whether it was day or night, he didn't want to live anymore. He was done. But unbeknownst to him, it was nighttime now. Three days and two nights have passed and the stem quickly grew into a young tree with red leaves, each sharp and beautiful...

After a few hours, the basket landed on the edge of an island...

On the other side, there were tired cries of battle from opposing sides...

Lost by his mother, found... but by who?