Thalesin woke up with a start, tumbling off of the place he had been laying onto the hard ground below. "Ouch," he mumbled to himself sitting up and stretching ",Guess that storm is over and I can finally get home. Boy do I have a story to share."

He stood up eyes opening and blinking a few times to get rid of what grogginess he might of still had. He did not notice at first the street lamps providing the light that he believed to be coming from the warm sun of his world. He did not notice he was surrounded by buildings, only taking them in as being rock formations. When his eyes finally focused and saw that he definitely was not in the cave he had fallen asleep in, he stumbled back in shock, falling on a bench which was where he had been before awaking here. The question now was what was here exactly? Where was he even. Thalesin only remembered that he had escaped a terrible storm that had appeared out of no where on his way home after a day of fun and activities with friends. The black clouds had brought mighty winds and a waterfall of rain. He had found a cave to escape the weather and figured he would wait it out. As he had entered the cave though something drew him in, a soft whisper it sounded to his ear. Deeper and deeper he had gone into the cave, not knowing truly why. Into the depths he had gone until walking into a large cavern containing the ancient ruins of some forgotten age, but the ruins were not what attracted his attention, it had been the sword.

As he thought about the sword while he was on the bench, he felt cold metal between his fingers, and it wasn't the bench. He looked down and his eyes widened once more nearly popping out of his head. In his hand was the hilt of the same sword he saw, a sword that he had believed to only reside in legends and old tales. A sword believed to be made from the very essence of moonlight and crafted from a might foe vanquished by a powerful knight. A sword that had quelled great evil and brought peace to the realms. He looked in awe at it. Surely he still must be dreaming, first the buildings, this place, and now the sword. None of it could be real. He pinched himself and felt a jolt of pain leaving him to realize it wasn't a dream.

Thalesin was interrupted by his thoughts when he heard the music of a bell. He looked across the square that resided a little down the way from the buildings to see a bell tower."Maybe we can get some answers there. Doesn't seem anyone else is around to ask and someone has to be ringing it, hopefully they are still there.," he said standing up, sword now resting on his shoulder. He walked down the streets toward his destination in hopes of finding answers as well as a feeling of excitement building within. He had always wanted to travel and now it seemed he was getting that chance. To have his own adventure with a legendary sword. He might of not known why but part of him didn't care at the time.