My eyes!

The first shock of light is too much, like a physical blow. I flinch, my shoulders hunched, muscles tensing for flight.

Memories of sweet pain run from my bones as I straighten and look around. I stretch my back and I hear the bones creak and crack, my hands seeming to flex with a force of their own. I look at them. They are strange and unfamiliar but as I turn and bend and pull them into fists, they respond smoothly.

I am reborn, the strength in my muscles unnaturally potent and good.

Glancing around, I feel that I could recognise my surroundings if I wanted to, but it really doesn't matter where I am. My single pulsing thought comes not from my mind, but my body: move.

I need to use this body of mine, test it, push it, see what it can do.