"Aaaaagh!" Zephirus cried as he was thrown from the strange portal that had sucked him in. He had been sucked in shortly after his father had died in his arms. He rose from the ground with a groan and dusted himself off. He took a look around and noticed he had been deposited on Andralia's Cape on the Thundergod Peninsula...or had he? As he continued to take in his surroundings he noticed a forest in the distance. "There was never before a forest near Andralia's Cape," he thought. He was dressed in a black t-shirt with a dark green vest over it, baggy brown jeans, and black boots. He had silver hair long down to the bottom of his ears that shined in the late-day sun, and topaz-brown eyes that twinkled with a gentle but rugged glow. Strapped to his back was a lance with a shaft made from the strong wood of the Agarius trees back on his world (for this was surely not his world) and a 3-pronged blade of silver, both outer blades curving distinctly away from the longer center blade. He looked around for a while more, taking in this new world, and then looked toward the forest. He decided to head there with the hope that he may find some answers within, and started off. He stopped abruptly, however, when the winds told him of a presence behind him. "So, he brought you here too, eh Zephirus?" the presence asked. "I know that voice...Dadala!" Zephirus thought. He turned and looked over Dadala. He was dressed in his usual blue loose long-sleeve shirt, baggy blue pants, black boots, black gauntlets, navy blue hooded cape, and black face wrappings. 2 infrared "eyes" stuck out from the wrappings, their range of vision adjustable, much like a pair of mini-binoculars. He also had a breath filter over his nose and mouth, and a large sword with a jagged, azure-colored blade sheathed at his left side. He was a merecenary by profession, and an extremely good one at that. He was also one not to let go of a grudge short of death (either his or of the person he had the grudge against). "Who do you mean by he?" Zephirus asked. Dadala chuckled, then replied, "I'm afraid I can't tell you that, Zephirus. However, in that forest, you will most likely find someone who could. As for me, I must take my leave for now. Try and stay alive, Zeph...we have a grudge to settle." Dadala then activated a jetpack on his back and disappeared into the clouds. Zeph sighed, and turned toward the forest, starting off for it once more. He wondered what would await him...what lurked in that forest? What adventures lay ahead of him? Would he ever see his homeworld again? What was this strange land? Who is the "someone" Dadala talked about being in the forest? And why did Dadala tell him to try and stay alive? All these questions would soon be answered, he thought, as he drew ever closer to the forest and the sun began sinking below the horizon...

Zephirus entered the forest and looked around. It was rather quiet, and night had set in. This was a strange world indeed. He had once been in surroundings he was quite familar with...now his surroundings seemed almost alien. He held his lance at the ready, prepared to fight if anything or anyone decided it wanted him for something, be it sustanance or for his head. He continued through the forest, looking around for anything that might lead him to some answers. All this time he had been proceeding, Dadala had been watching him in secret. Was Dadala planning to ambush Zephirus? Or was he acting as a guardian, making sure Zephirus made it to these answers he was looking for? Zephirus continued through the forest, unaware of Dadala's watchful eye following him silently. Then, the wind picked up, and brought him a message of a presence near. "A presence?" He thought. "But who? Could it be Dadala? Or perhaps the someone he was talking about? Perhaps even some warrior looking for a kill..." Zephirus stopped, and looked around, holding his lance ready. Dadala blended quite will with the night sky, and so Zephirus did not see him. He scanned the forest for any sign of life that the wind would alert him to. He found nothing. He shrugged, and continued on, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. As he proceeded, he gathered theories as to why he had been brought here...what this world was...who "he" was. He thought that perhaps he had been brought here to aid in a great battle. Perhaps this was a troubled world, and perhaps "he" was its guardian...or perhaps "he" was the one who planned to destroy it. These thoughts rushed through his head like a thousand bullet trains. He had been ripped from his own world and thrown into this one, which he felt he had returned to, though it was a world not his own. Zephirus decided that he should stop to camp for the night, and found a clearing. There, he scratched together what shelter he could, built a fire, and laid down to sleep, unaware what lie ahead for him...