He didn't know how long he'd been out, but it sure felt like a long time. Or at least, he thought it felt like it was a long time since while asleep he couldn't really make out how time was passing anyway. Even though usually when he was asleep he could sense what was going on around him, in case he was attacked or something of the sort, but this sleep he was in, this slumber was extremely deep. He was senseless to the world, not realizing when he was picked up by a city guard, nor as he was being carried under the city gates and into its' walls, or when he was taken to a house and laid down on a couch. He was completely unaware of all of this, even when the guard noticed that he had two swords strapped to his waist, unclipping them and taking them as he left, saying the man, once he woke up, could come to the station to pick them up.<br/><br/>His mind was completely void of all thought, no dreams visited, only black, inky darkness. But in all honesty, it was better that way. He didn't want anything to haunt his mind, no doubt he'd end up having a nightmare, as the last things he'd seen and felt were death, devastation, and the overwhelming sense of doom. He'd watched as the entire race of elves had been wiped out before his very eyes, succumbing to the blinding light that enveloped each Elvish brother whole, watching as it came closer until it had swallowed him whole as well, having him fall into a never ending void, unable to feel, unable to think, unable to do anything at all.<br/><br/>That was until something had happened. Something had given him a nudge. And it was like he'd been born again. Breath had filled his lungs, his heart had started beating. He could think again, he could feel. His first thoughts were that of confusion. His first feelings had been that of falling. The first thing he'd seen was a sky above him, the layout so blue and beautiful, clear with just the right amount of white fluffy clouds. But he hadn't been able to enjoy it long, as he'd blacked out before landing on the ground, hitting earth.<br/><br/>Falling, falling, falling...<br/><br/>A quick breath and his eyes snap open, as he sits up quickly. In just a few seconds he perceived that this was not the plains of the battle he remembered. He was in a house. And it was nothing like he knew. Strange gadgets were everywhere, and sitting close, but not extremely, was...a human? Or at least, it looked that way. The female had rounded ears, and she did not give off an aura, as the Elvish kind often did. Who was she? Why was she near him? What was this place?<br/><br/>He quickly tried to stand up, but in an instant, he sat back down, his head pounding, body dizzy. Was it from what had happened? It had to have been from the fall, there was no doubt about that. Maybe after effects of being swallowed by that light during the war. He had no idea that he'd fallen through time, that something, somewhere had sent him here. Away from death, away from the nothingness. He had no clue that thousands of years had passed since that fateful day.<br/><br/>Turning his eyes to the young woman, he looks at her with caution in his eyes, before speaking. What he was saying, was completely unknown to her, as the words that came from his mouth was that of Elvish. "Man are tye? Where am ni? Mana na- sina sinome? Nimeár- me!" He glares at her, his hand going to the spot where his sword pommel would have been at his hip, but was shocked to find it not there any longer. His eyes go wide, and he backs away, thinking that she might have taken it. In his mind, one who took anothers' sword meant them ill will, especially in a life he'd led. And even more so due to the tribe in which he lived, the Firefox trusted none except their own kind. Even though she looked innocent enough, there was more to one than meets the eye. The eyes can be deceived by looks alone, but the mind is another matter.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Translation: Who are you? Where am I? What is this place? Tell me!</span></span>