It was a long ride to McCalister's place; a large mansion in the far outskirts of the city. Lucian's bike moved quick through the city traffic, skillfully dodging car after car but driving like that usually attracts unwanted attention and sure enough a local squad car pulled up behind Lucian, it's red and blue lights flashing vigorously in his side mirrors. Lucian repositioned his sunglasses further back on his nose then let the bike go full throttle, immediately jumping his speedometer from 60 to 90 in seconds. With the dense traffic the cop didn't stand a chance and Lucian glanced in his mirror to see the lights fading in the distance. But as Lucian turned his eyes back to the road, his vision began to blur just as it did in the parking garage. The city noise faded and all Lucian could hear was the sound of that woman...<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">The Chosen Lucian...it is time...</span>" By the time the street noises and his eye sight came back into focus, it was too late. A taxi pulled out from a parking garage entrance right in front of Lucian's bike. At 90mph Lucian hit the taxi hard and he went flying into the air, just clearing the top of a stop light that was 30 yards ahead. Lucian closed his eyes as the asphalt approached rapidly. But something didn't feel right. He should have hit the ground by now but instead he still felt like he was falling.<br/><br/>Lucian opened his eyes and saw the tops of trees directly below him and he barely was able to guard his face before falling through the branches. Lucian struggled to get a hold of at least one to stop or even slow his rapid descent but it just wouldn't happen. Moments later he finally hit ground, and hard. His sunglasses popped off of his head as he let out a loud "Oouf!". Lucian tried not to focus on the pain but rather the ground he was on. This was dirt which was thankfully softer than the asphalt he was heading for. His ears were ringing and his vision was blurry, although this time likely due to his impact and not that strange woman's voice. Lucian tried to focus on the voices in the distance and what he could only guess was a campfire. The voices were mere echoes for the moment; Lucian tried shaking his head back into focus.<br/><br/>Determined as usual Lucian forced himself to his feet regardless of whatever injuries he may have incurred from that awful landing. Slowly he began staggering towards the campfire, though his vision was still too blurry to make anything out. So far he could see a large red figure and a smaller one right next to it. Lucian stumbled to a nearby tree, barely able to prop himself against it. Finally he managed to speak after a vicious cough.<br/><br/>"Where am I?"