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There was darkness. There wasn't always darkness. No, at one point there was the dim light of a setting sun and trees and dirt and other visible things. But now that seemed so far away. It was just dark here--no sound, no light, no life whatsoever other than himself. Ikrea considered being afraid, but his conscious wouldn't allow it. He was just simply there, just as there was just simply nothing else. It was odd indeed, but him mind had shut down along with his feelings. He couldn't describe what was going on nor could he try to figure it out. He wouldn't know where to start and there was something stopping him from doing so anyway.

Then--a light. It was dim, but quickly grew and the next thing he knew, Ikrea was being thrust out of whatever hole he'd been in and onto solid land, landing with an 'oof'. Sitting up, he frowned and took an immediate glance around. Pillars of fire. At least he was around his element. This gave him a calmer feeling, even though the atmosphere felt all too wrong. This place was off--not just this area specifically, but it felt like the entire world was off, the entire universe. Just where was he exactly?

Squinting into the darkness, Ikrea found the strength he'd been missing before and stood at the sight of a figure nearby. He brushed himself off as he addressed the person. "Hello? What am I doing here?" He glanced around and noticed the symbols. This was a ritual--one of which he'd read about in many history books. A dangerous one and one he had never had the magical strength nor the eminent desire to create. "Who are you?" There were many more questions bursting to mind, but Ikrea swallowed them down for the moment.