The war had reached its final conclusion. Only 50 stalwart men stood in the rubble of their nation, magic spells shooting back and forth against Daegan, the Dark Mage. The only remaining archer of the border of his nation closed his eyes for a moment and pulled a mystic arrowhead out of his quiver. The one outside the border didn't notice. So great was his concentration on the conquest of the once strong nation of Grodendass. "And now, oh great Daegan... begone!" the archer spoke somewhat sarcastically as he let loose his arrow.<br/><br/>It struck true, and suddenly the area around The great Mage Daeganfroze in place. With no way of moving, he was thought to be vulnerable. Defensless even. As the archer prepared another arrow, he saw that the Mage Daegan had vanished.<br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: green;background:green;"/></div><br/>Darkness... in a way it was comforting to know that skipping a few millennium was how he survived. Still... how was he to remove the spell binding him to such darkness? Time had not passed for him, yet around him, he knew that the world was changing.<br/><br/>"Mast..."<br/><br/>What the hell was that? A voice?<br/><br/>"Master? Master, can you hear me?"<br/><br/>Raphael? That's right... his familiar had been outside the barrier when he was cast into this time period. That must've been miserable...<br/><br/>Raphael, go find someone to remove the spell... Get them to remove the arrowhead in my side... Hurry!<br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: green;background:green;"/></div><br/><br/>Raphael ran along in his cat form, trying to get the attention of anyone he could. Too bad there was no one out at this hour... maybe he'd have more luck indoors... jumping onto some garbage cans, then into the library window, he landed on a table where to girls were seated.<br/><br/>Puuuurfect. he began acting like he wanted them to play with him, then ran around toward the exit when they took note of him.