The Conflicted Knight
He was standing in an ancient prison, fire and brimstone falling all around him. Looking down, he could see the fiery red armor that coated his form, the claws of his gauntlets clinking ominously against his palm. He had twin curved blades, both almost as large as he was tall strapped to his back. All around him were charred corpses, everyone on the Isle that he called home for the past year dead at his feet. Looking up, he saw the viscious form of his ancestor, the giant demon clad in ebon armor wielding a massive broadsword with one hand, a ball of hellfire in the other.
Then Daniel woke up. He wiped his brow with the nearby towel that he had before he looked down at the small pile of ashes in the corner of his room. "Well, there went my good shirt." He commented idly before moving about his room to tidy up after his nightmare fit. Taking a break to look outside, Daniel ran a hand through his unkempt hair. He hated how his blood sometimes reacted in his dreams, and he always wondered just what he was doing in that armor with the weapons. He knew the demon though, oh yes. That was his ancestor, the demon that gave his family the bloodline he now possessed. Daniel was certain that it was the work of his ancestor, trying to influence him in his sleep. However, just what the extent of his dreams contained, or what happened in them, was something that he didn't know.
"Meeting in the Courtyard!" On instinct, Daniel's eyes faded to black as a dagger of hellfire was hurled in the direction of the voice. Still on edge, he didn't calm until he saw the brief visage of the one that just yelled practically in his ear. Fleet, I thought you learned when I almost hit you last time... Sighing exasperatedly, Daniel just sat on his bed and stared at the wall for a few minutes. Finally deciding to get moving, he slapped himself before tugging on a pair of shoes and a loose shirt with slacks. Walking out of his room, he yawned before closing his door and moving on towards the appointed meeting spot. He didn't even notice the scorch mark on the wall outside of his room from where the dagger hit.
Wandering into the Courtyard, he put a smile on his face and politely greeted everyone he met on his way to find a spot to relax. Spotting Seph, he grinned and made his way over to her. He rather liked the young wolf-turned-human girl, and made it his goal to look out for her and make sure she was ok. Flopping down on the ground next to her, he grinned as he spoke. "Hey there Seph! How've you been?" He gave Soren a smile and a nod, but otherwise didn't say much else. He listened intently as Seph spoke before he saw their Guardians up on the stage.
It seems Simon and Michalea are having an argument... The young Mori mused to himself as he watched it all take place. Then Michalea began to speak, and Daniel decided it would be a good idea to sit down and listen to her. After all, the woman was one of the people that saved him from his fears when he first arrived, being one of the first arrivals to the Isle to begin with. So sitting there, watching the Omarian give off her allure, he just merely wondered what she was up to, his scientific mind automatically picking apart her power again. Trying to charm her way into all of their hearts and minds? That's not something that usually leads to promising news.