[u][h3][color=00aeef][b]Theon[/b][/color][/h3][/u]

"Ugh, where am I?" Is this the promised land? It might be, I see a luminous light shine at the end of the tunnel. I guess this is it then, My day of reckoning has arrived." Theon takes a deep breath and accepted his fate. 

He closes his eyes and basked in the light's presence with arms wide open, taking it all in. His feet slowly move to its own accord, moving forward towards the light at the end of the dark tunnel.

"Oh, Lord, I humbly accept what lies beyond this light, may your judgment be merciful and guide my poor wretched soul unto salvation in this final hours" Theon reaches out and a flash of light struck the moment he takes his final step. 

[b]"Welcome to Arcadia"[/b] An ethereal like feminine voice whisper into his ears, sending chills down his spine, immediately snapping him out from this trance and into reality.

The delusion quickly breaks as Theon opens eyes with his arms still stretched out and find himself in a rickety wooden wagon with a bunch of people seating next to him. His surroundings suddenly change as well into a more rustic environment. Theon was dumbfounded on how or why he got here and immediately tucked away his arms to save himself from embarrassment. 

He curled up in his seating position and reaches for silver Rosary around his neck and murmurs a short prayer, seeking guidance from above. 

Unfortunately, his prayer was rudely interrupted as the stubby ginger man pulls the reigns to a complete halt and announce that they are in jeopardy and they need to fight off these strange creatures coming straight towards the wagon. 

"Excuse me? a fight? what do you mean a fight?" Theon winced with a visibly frightened look on his face. Theon knows he has zero capabilities of physically fighting off these green monsters. "I guess the lord is testing us." He sighed.

"Oh, heavenly father bless these brave men, do not let one of your lambs lead into slaughter. Give them protection and relieve them from their burdens." He whispers and clutches into his relic, hoping for the best. "luminosité eternelle" the Saint ended his prayer and sighed. 

If there was a time for some miracle or [b]Divine Protection[/b] to save them from this predicament, now is the time for that. Theon remains inside the wagon, waiting for their safe return to retrieve the crazy old ginger man charging into the pact of goblins.