Dagran Prologue: Missing Puzzle Pieces [Cell #17]
Laying prone in his cell, Dagran awoke from the fog of unconsciousness with a groggy groan, brows furrowing at all of the noise around him that caused him to stir.
After a few moments golden eyes opened, and blinked as they tried to rid the bluriness from the edge of their vision. Slowly sitting, the man that the golden eyes belonged to stopped with an abrupt hiss of pain. Teeth gritting, a hand pressed against his temple. What happened? His body ached all over as if he had just gone through a long and tiring battle, yet he wasn't injured for the most part. Any attempt at remembering any current events that couldd have possibly placed him here earned a pounding headache. Had he hit his head or something?
Why couldn't he remember?
Had he failed his goal? Is that why he was here? These were no castle dungeons, those had been somewhat different than these from just a simple glance-and didn't have flashing red that seemed to make the pounding worse for a second, but with how desperate he had felt he was getting to reach his goal-and no, it wasn't the goal of making Zael and the rest of his motley crew of mercenaries Knights-the more he had wanted to become stronger.
He needed to be stronger, so no one else had to go through what he went through. That much he remembered. So why couldn't he remember anything else other than a few missions they've done here and there, as well as a few past events? Infiltrating the Gurak base, Zael and co's imprisonment and all of the work he had to do to help try and free them, Mirania's disappearance, the Haunted Mansion, the-
Another wave of pain, more intense than the last. This caused him to close his eyes for a moment before the pounding eventually subsided.
"Oi, do you lot really have to be so loud?" He spoke up to the more rambunctious in the group, whether he could see them or not. So far, when he opened his eyes again with clearer vision and the aching in his body lessening somewhat, he could see a rather odd man (one of the ones who were loud for the most part) as well as two young women. One looking no more than a mere teen at most.
Face remaining calm and stoic other than the way his jaw set as another, and thankfully smaller, wave of pain hit him, he felt at his side for his Traive, just for the reassurance that it would be there, only to find that the balde wasn't. Sighing through his nose, he leaned back until he was sitting against the wall. This was just
great. No Mercenaries, no Lazulis Island most likely, so where was he if his group weren't nearby? He couldn't be back on the Mainland, he hadn't returned there in who knows how long.
Not only that, but there definitely weren't people who looked quite like some of those across from him that he could see. Deciding not to question this situation anymore for now, he simply took in his surroundings with furrowed brows. Not fimding anything that stuck out, it'd seemed he'd have to wait for now. Patience was key here, and hopefully his answers would come in time. Resolve set, the moment he was freed he would find his way back and reach that goal he set for himself. He just had to. He couldn't really count on Zael to take such a path towards revenge, no, the man he considered a Brother, although he'd make a fine Knight, likely wouldn't...whatever that path had been.
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