Alexander Duodecim
Gardenia
Alexander felt vertigo as he fell from the sky, but he did not know what was happening. His eyes were closed and he was still a bit dazed. The rain was adding weight to him; making him fall down quicker than what would be normal. The cold jutted him to his senses and his eyes quickly opened. He heard a clock tower, but he paid no heed to the sound being made. He felt the prickle of rain on his body, and the dampness of his newly wet hair. He was looking up and his body was turned upwards, so it was inevitable for rain to enter his eyes. He managed to turn his body and look down, but this view was very unappealing. He saw that ground, growing? He was perplexed by the fact that the ground could grow, due to the adrenaline in his body messing with his usually logical mind. He quickly noticed the way the rain was falling, his features contorted into a face of shock. "How did I even get here?" He asked himself, hoping that this wasn't happening.
Due to natural instinct, he reached for his sword and prepared to fight, but there was no way for him to fight gravity with brute force. He decided to try thinking logically, since strength would be of no use without a strategy to back it up. He held his sword in front of him and he tried steering himself, since he would prefer to not land somewhere dangerous. He felt the strain on his hands increase as his speed increased, but he didn't stop trying to steer himself. He was suddenly distracted by a crest on his hand, a king's crest. He was no longer a prince, but instead, he was now a King. He felt an influx of information enter his mind. He now felt an obligation to fulfill his role, but he would have to survive this fall before doing anything. He felt much more courageous and determined to survive than he before. His eyes scanned the city of Gardenia, since he would need to figure out how to safely land. He was not going to lose this early, since he still felt a nagging at the back of his head. He felt as if he had something to accomplish back at his home, but he didn't even know where his home was or what he was supposed to take care of. He dispelled the thoughts about his history and focused on the task on hand, since the ground was getting much more closer.
He tried to make himself fall towards a building, since he could lessen the impact he would soon have to face. He grabbed his sword with both of his hands and stuck it into the wall of a building. He was cutting through it quickly and a line was appearing on the building. His sword would have broken, if he wasn't subconsciously using his "Dragon's Fang" ability. He quickly came to a halt and he felt the abruptness of the stop. He wondered why he wasn't splattered on the floor, then he noticed that his sword was...glowing. His sleeve was stuck on a part of the building, but he didn't notice. He pulled his sword out and he noticed that he would fall, but his sleeve managed to allow him some time to think. He jumped towards a ledge, tearing his sleeve in the process. He looked into a puddle of rain and saw this he looked different than he normally did. He concluded that the rain must have changed his appearance or that he was simply to excited to think anything logically. His hands hurt, but he ignored this pain and focused on finding his comrades. He wasn't too far from the ground, so he gracefully jumped and landed on the ground. He barely made any noise when he fell, since he timed his fall perfectly. He walked up to what appeared to be a stranger, but it was simply the shadow of a building. He walked into a building which seemed to be open. It's only inhabitants were a waiter and a simple customer. This building was a restaurant of sorts, it's name "Paradiso Eden". He entered, soaking wet, and sat down. He ordered a simple drink, so he could clear his mind. The drink wasn't alcoholic, so he didn't have to worry about having muddled thoughts. He didn't know how thirsty he was until after he saw the drink being poured. He drank it quickly, but he was still civilized and not barbaric.
"Okay, let me clear my mind. I'm in a world, but I don't feel as if I'm originally from here. I don't seem to have any memories, but I'm guessing my subconscious holds those memories. I appear to be a king..." He was talking to himself. His thoughts continued on to him trying to figure out his situation. ", I guess I should probably find the rest of my comrades." He finished his thoughts with this. He set down his drink and left a bit of gold on the table. He an idea of where he got the gold from, since he had the crest of a king. However, this gold was simply brought with him from his kingdom. He left the building, waving to the waiter as he left. The street was still being bombarded by rain, but he had grown accustomed to it. He went to a library, scientiam arce, smiling. He guessed that one of his comrades would him eventually, so he decided that he could spend time reading upon the history of Gardenia. He waved at the librarian, wondering if the librarian was one of his comrades. The librarian didn't notice the crest on his hand, so he assumed that she wasn't one of his allies, or that she was used to seeing those with crests. However, she did wave back and she had a smile, so he guessed that she was simply an innocent civilian. He would have started a conversation with the female librarian, but she seemed to be enjoying reading. He sat down at a table and took off the wet part of his upper clothes. Both his normal and Gardenia forms had one of his sleeves cut, but he would get his Gardenia form's sleeve fixed later on. He sighed and relaxed a bit, since his life was not in mortal danger. He stood up from his chair and grabbed a random assortment of books from the shelves, since he decided to pass the time by reading. He hoped that someone from his faction would find him, instead of someone from the rival faction. He sat back down and tried to focus on reading, but he was too excited to read. He eventually gave up trying to read and decided to instead wait for a member of his faction to find him. "This waiting is probably going to be the easiest thing I've ever done." He joked to himself, since he knew that this game of chess would be the hardest he has ever played. The books were now on the circular table he was sitting near. (Library, Paradiso Eden)