[center][h2][color=39b54a]Rankon[/color][/h2][/center]
[center][i]The Battlefield to the The Mining Village[/i][/center]
[center][@PharaohAtem][@The One][@orcpunx][@DragonKingUk][@Belle][@Polaris North][/center]

Rankon felt the light surround as a light tickling sensation all over his body, before a sudden pulling sensation caused him to blink his eyes shut. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself away from the battle, away from his shattered village, away from his people who he had tried so hard to protect, and away from everything that he had ever known. They seemed to be in some sort of mining village, fairly similar in appearance to Calvern though with less farmland to work with. A brief touch of the soil told him that the land here was too tainted with the touch of metal to yield a quality crop, even without his elemental abilities. In addition to the new location, it seemed as though whoever had teleported him here had also done the same for the rest of the combatants who had fought against the King. There was quite a large amount of people standing around, some with bizarre creatures that he had never even heard of in stories. The group seemed powerful, but fairly disjointed, some standing around questioning each other, seeking some answers. 

One of the stranger looking members of this bizarre rebellious force, a girl somewhere around his own age with long white hair who had appeared near the end of the battle and had a penchant for dark clothing, let out some anger about some mad desire to stay and fight before seeming to calm. She was staring at a strange man with some type of grey, shiny lizard creature. Rankon eyed it curiously for a moment, but then decided it was no stranger than anything else he had seen today. Rankon felt the tingling sensation of the light covering his wounds and found his that he had regained some of his energy. He stood up off the ground, finally being able to move again and noted that the burns he had received during his rescue had vanished. [color=39b54a][i]'Remarkable. We could use a healer like that in our village.'[/i][/color] An old man, brimming with authority and self importance, began to lecture the stranger, calling him an "Elemental Chosen One" and speaking at length of some type of prophecy. Rankon glanced around with confusion. [color=39b54a][i]'These people all seem to understand what he is talking about. What even is a prophecy?'[/i][/color]

The little girl standing next to the old man began talking about numbers and percentages. It seemed like nonsense to Rankon, but he understood the gist of what she was saying. The King knew where this group was and would be coming for them soon. This simplified matters for Rankon greatly and he cleared his throat to speak and then paused for a couple seconds, thinking. [color=39b54a][i]'I don't understand what these people are talking about, but it seems as though only danger will follow them based on what happened at Calvern.'[/i][/color] He felt his anger rise at just the thought of what had happened to his home, but quench it quickly. [color=39b54a][i]'This is not the time for that.'[/i][/color]

[color=39b54a]"I have to go find my village.[/color] He looked over to the man who had caught him whilst he was falling. [color=39b54a]"Thank you again. I appreciate your action and I am in your debt. You may accompany me if you wish, a man of your caliber would be a great help to my people."[/color] He looked over to the girl who had used some ability to heal him. [color=39b54a]"Thank you as well, we could use a healer of your abilities as well."[/color] To the rest of the large group, he waved his hand briefly and said, [color=39b54a]"Goodbye."[/color] Rankon began to walk away from the group.