[center][h2][color=red][i]Daniel Corolov[/i][/color][/h2][/center]

The city was engulfed in flames. 

Daniel sat with bent knee in the middle of the courtyard, head bowed while the snow drifted around him. He could feel the biting cold and snow lashing his frail body with stinging pains, and yet he could smell the smoke. He dared not look up as the screams and sounds of battle rose up around him every piercing his ears. The flames licked the courtyard, guards rapidly succumbing to each and every blast of hell fire coming from some enemy just beyond the entrance. Daniel forced himself upward, ready to help in any way he could. 

And then there was nothing. Daniel stumbled backwards as his tormented mind shifted and warped the reality around him. Tripping over a stone he fell onto the ground, steadying himself with a hand. Looking around he remembered the current timeline. Something about a quest to some ruins or something. Clutching his pendant Daniel stuttered to his feet, lost in his own mind. He tried and failed to focus on the group, and was soon enough lost in his own thoughts again. Quietly stood there in the courtyard, staring into the distance as the resonant tick of his time piece set a never ending march forward into the unknown.