"THUD"

"Ahhh... my head..." The boy clad in iron armor sat upright. He didn't quite know where he was. Nor how he got there. Or why he was dressed up in these ugly clothes. All he could remember was a vague feeling of... falling... and... a talking monkey? No... he might not have fallen, but the talking monkey was definitely there, that's the only thing that had for sure 100% happened. A wave of panic soon hit him: where was he? What's going on? And why was he in these ugly clothes again?

where he was seemed to be a lush grassland with a blazing sun.

"Warlock! Oh, and one of an upper class, I see! Just like me. It is not of a hunter of your caliber to be on the ground, you'll disgrace our class. Rise."

W-What? Whose that guy? Was he talking to him? The man reached a hand out to the boy. Definitely talking to him.

The man had quite a built figure, he was also well above six feet. Strapped to his back was a large, heavy axe. The sudden interaction had taken the boy by surprise. Laying down on the grass, he seemed... intimidated to say the least. He stood up. "It'd be rude of me to not introduce myself, my name's Ragnor" The man said. "Yours?" Silence. The boy covered his face with his hands. He could feel tears welling up. "No! Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry! This man looks like he eats people! Don't show him any signs of weakness... I sound like a psycho..." The man gave him a confused look.

"I, I" Blank. He removed his hands from his face. The Last few seconds had been a blur. And where even was he? But how could he even forget his name? "Umm…" an awkward silence took place. He could just say. "Yeah, just tell him a talking monkey came to you, and you fell into another dimension, yeah I'm sure he'll believe that." He thought to himself.

"Not a talker?" Ragnor grinned. "I don't think I've seen you before, you new? To climb up the ranks that fast is Impressive."

"What is he talking about?" The apparent Warlock thought.

"Now come on, both of our fleets our ready to escort the princess." Princess?

"Look, I think there's been a mistake, I-"

"Oh stop jabbering will ya?" He scoffed "Now come along." Ragnor pressed a finger to his lip and whistled. A figure of a... horse? No it had wings. Well, the "something" galloped with elegance like a ballerina's, its mane waving about in the air. "A- a unicorn!"

"HA, you're a joker, you are!" He responded, mounting his... whatever it was. "Go on, then! My, not the sharpest tool in the shed, haha." The boy was at the moment when he couldn't be bothered to ask any more questions, he knew he wasn't going to get answers. Ragnor raised his sword to the sky. "Now, RISE MY ARMY!" His booming voice echoed across the land and an invisible sheet was unveiled and showed a carriage and an unenthusiastic woman inside it. "You know this isn't an army, this supposed to be a covert mission. Less of the flashing please. And put the veil back on." Ragnor gave a sigh of disappointment.

"You royals clearly have no taste..." He muttered to himself. The carriage was attached to his ride, and they galloped off into the sun.

The boy was still completely clueless as too what the hell was going on...