Sealameet now sat outside, under the shade of a tree, unsure what to do with himself now. Once more he had a ball of black flame in his hand, purple embers flickering into the air. His mind wandered back several centuries now, thinking upon how he had gotten to this realm. His past was mostly a blur for the first year of his life. He had images though, a shadowy character that seemed to be chanting or something that summoned him here. He remembered feeling anger and the images of a fight before a blinding light and then being outside a building burning as he watched before running into the dark night. Who had summoned him had plagued him for years but the images made him pretty sure that whoever it was, was dead and even if they survived the fire, a human's life was fleeting and probably died a few years after.The other question was where was he from if he was not from this realm? There were no memories of that as if his mind had been wiped with all prior knowledge before existing here.