Lucian's vision still struggled to get into focus as he was still dazed from the fall. His presence was unnoticed until he spoke and one of the persons around the fire turned sharply to face him, pointing something. Lucian's reactions kicked in as he pushed himself off the tree he was leaning on and stood with his arms raised, ready to fight and defend himself. But then he saw they lowered their weapon and even offered him a spot by their fire to warm up.<br/><br/>Due to his sudden movements, Lucian dropped to his knee as he attempted to step towards the fire, still weakened. He rubbed his hand over his eyes and shook his head some more before staring down at his hands trying to focus his vision. After a few seconds he began seeing the rough details of his hands, lightly illuminated from the nearby fire. Even the grass beneath him was becoming clearer. as Lucian raised his head revealing his glowing blue eyes he saw the group of people in front of him and he almost fell back from the surprise. Lucian found himself staring at a dragon-like being and something of an elf! He tried rubbing his eyes again thinking he was just delirious and suffering from shock or something. But when he removed his hand and opened his eyes they were still there and this time in even greater detail. They were dressed like they were from a fantasy movie but then two others caught his attention, two people wearing familiar clothing and the confusion on lucian's face grew.<br/><br/>"I expected hell to be a bit hotter than this when I died..." Lucian said quietly as he forced himself to his feet. His mind reeling back through his last memories, re-tracing them out loud.<br/><br/>"There were cops...I flew off my bike doing 90 and I was about to bite the cement hard...then there were trees...I was falling through trees instead of smashing on pavement...what the hell is going on here...am I dead or what?" suddenly a sharp pain shot through Lucian's lower back. Slowly running his hand over the spot he felt something poking from the inside of his motorcycle jacket. Carefully he removed the jacket and felt again, this time he knew what was protruding out from his lower back: a large splinter from his fall.<br/><br/>Lucian sighed in frustration as he settled a firm grip on the exposed half of the splinter. With a light snap he broke it off leaving the other half inside so as not to cause it to start bleeding profusely.<br/><br/>"What the fuck.." he cursed softly as he tossed the broken piece off to the side. Lucian reached both arms up to grab the opposite sleeve of his T-shirt and with a quick tug he ripped them both off, revealing the rest of his fit arms dressed in scars and tattoos of small tombstones with a mixture of names from the very few friends he had that died to men he's killed back when he fought in the underground scene. They all held the same meaning for Lucian, and that was they were reminders for him to change his life.<br/><br/>After wading up the sleeves Lucian applied them to his wound to soak up any blood. When he was convinced that he had at least stopped the bleeding, Lucian made his way to the fire and sat down with the rest then looked around at the others realizing that regardless of the situation, they were all here together for some reason.<br/><br/>"I'm Lucian..."