Lord Miguel Taratos was what they called him now. A man who had been feared for his swordsmanship that he was constantly challenged but all who came before him in the world he knew fell to his blade. No one was able to best him in terms of how he handled a sword and shield. It was here in this castle that he had won from many a tournament in terms of lance and blade. He had ransomed many a knight in here and kept the favor of the maidens he championed. None were good enough for him to wed as each pursued his legend. Lying in his bed now he slowly rose from it in silence. A message had been slipped under the door as his servants did not disturb him in these chambers. Too fearful to approach him thinking he might chop their heads off.<br/><br/>Miguel in truth was merely living by what he had been taught was his way in life. As a knight it was his task to make his fortune in tournaments, marry a good wife from a good home and then quietly enjoy the fruits of his efforts. However many knights retired at a young age but because he was not yet defeated much less injured it was expected of him to keep going through these tournaments. His eyes focused on the letter as he picked it up. Today there was no maiden in his bed so he placed the letter down and began donning his armor and weaponry. He would most assuredly need them for the day and it would not do well to be standing on ceremony for todays events. Once that was done he picked the letter up from the desk and breaks the seal. Reading the letter he thought it was initially some crude prank however then the light enveloped him.<br/><br/>Suddenly he was up within the skies above. Was this heaven? Bearing in his surrounding he noticed the wisp of wind filling his ears and his hair swaying rapidly. Nay, he was falling and from a considerably great distance. What kind of foul magic was this where one would be thane up into the heavens just to be sent crashing back down to the earth below. He began spiraling out of control due to the weight of his armor and the fact that he was now trying to struggle against the air. Unable to control he fall he slammed right into the waters. The armor helped to withstand the hard impact this water might have however it also ensured that he sink like a stone. he was a strong swimmer but even he was having a very hard time breaking the surface of the water. He just managed to get a gasp of air in before his muscles gave out and he sank to the bottom.<br/><br/>By some chance he was near the shallows and he moved his body through the water as best as he could holding in his breath. Pulling himself up with legs and arms through the ground until he eventually broke the surface once again for a final time. His chest heaved in that sweet air as he lied on the shores with his bottom half of his body still in the waters. He looked utterly spent from having to pull himself out of the waters like that and he was a touch angry to say the least. Not just for the sorcery but from how much effort it took to pull himself out.