He lay there in the rain, unable to do anything but breath. well that wasn't entirely true. he had been gauging his surroundings for 3,000 years. even with his body being unconscious, his mind knew full well that the war was over and that his Great Commander had lost. But where did that leave him? His entire purpose was to kill the opposing forces, and he had allowed himself to get hit at the decisive moment of the battle. he still remembered the knight who had put him in this state. but now the curse would be lifting soon, and with it, he could finally find out what the world had done without it's rightful prince...<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~</div></span><br/><br/>A small sparrow landed in the grass next to a hand that jutted out of the underbrush in the forest. It flew away as the fingers of said hand slowly flexed. Very slowly, a man rose from the foliage. Standing up, he looked around, and slowly exhaled. He was about five foot six inches with a rusting breastplate bearing his crest, a black raven with an arrow through it barely visible through the armor's rust. his pants were also covered in old medieval style armor, and he was wearing blood red gauntlets. he removed his armor, and it fell to pieces as he did so. "Weak metal." he sighed. "Well that's expected of something that's been rained on over 600 times without moving."<br/><br/>He reached up to touch his horns. they were still there, curved like a mountain goat's. He smirked. as much as he enjoyed grand entrances, he needed a base of operations, and he needed information. Slowly, the horns disappeared, leaving his long and caked-with-dirt blonde hair. Walking in no particular direction, he suddenly heard a loud  noise he wasn't familiar with and looked to the sky as several balls of light exploded in a brilliant display of colors.<br/><br/>"So the fighting's not over with yet? but why would they use colored bombs?" He mused. Another explosion lit up the sky, and he stopped moving forward so he could observe it. "Not a bomb... some sort of flare?" He mused further. However he soon found himself in the center of a wide open area just outside what he assumed was a modern day city, where children were playing and there were four legged structures with some sort of cooked animal in between bread and melted cheese on them. "What the hell is going on???" he muttered. On a hunch, his clothes morphed to a red sweatshirt with the symbol for Omega on it, a pair of blue jeans, and a pair of white sneakers. He walked up to a girl who seemed to be alone and sat down next to her. "Beautiful night, don't you think?" he asked, completely out of the blue. He needed a way to get information, and he had a feeling destroying a celebration like this wasn't the best way to go about it. That and he was HUNGRY. He wasn't sure what those bread and meat things were, but he found himself debating whether he should try one.