Bastion

I didn't know where I was or why I was there. I didn't even know my own name. The first thing I heard was a boy shouting at me. He was about sixteen, had sticky-up ginger hair, freckles like a spatter of brown gravy over his face, and these huge green eyes that were full of fury. The rush of the arrival disorientated me so much I couldn't even understand what he was yelling at me. At least, not at first. My face burned. My eyes were sore. At least I was awake. The dream was over. I had been chosen. It was an honor. There's a great deal of horror to come...