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 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 knowing that he'd landed on a mountain path, nor that a storm was forming in the skies above. He couldn't hear the distant thunder, nor the birds that sang in the trees, or even the wind that blew past, making the leaves surrounding him. He didn't realize that the mountain he'd landed on was none other than what used to be his old home, Shadow Mountain.<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 known the guilt that day, immeasurable guilt, as it was his tribe that had caused that war to begin with. And in that, they were the reason that they all died. 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 filled with gray clouds, flashes of lightning here and there. Just as it was now, it had always been at the peak of Shadow Mountain. Of course, it wasn't called that any longer. Instead, it was called by another name. It was a view he'd loved, however, 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. However, as he looked around quickly, he slightly remembered the layout. Was this really his home? If so, much time had passed, as before the Fall, no trees, nor grass, had ever grown on the mountain, or even in its surroundings. And, standing close to him, was a human girl. And with her, was a canine. At least, he thought she was a human. 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 stumbled back down, his head pounding, body dizzy. Holding a hand to his forehead, he tried to get rid of the pounding in his skull, as he winces from the pain. 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, his voice, though dark, having a slightly attractive lilt to it. Not too deep, but not high either, his voice was perfection in itself. "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 was at his hip, though does not draw it. 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/>He once again struggles to stand, not wanting to stay vulnerable on the ground. His pale eyes do not leave the female and her canine companion, not blinking even as he slowly begins to back away even more than before, his hand still steady on his sword. Even as he looked at her, he perceived the land around him and was for certain that this was indeed the Shadow Mountain he'd known before. But why was there so much foliage? So many trees and life dwelled here, unlike before where nothing could live upon its deathly surface. However, that question was to be asked and answered another time. Right now, he needed to deal with matters at hand.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">Translation: Who are you? Where am I? What is this place? Tell me!</span>