It was a lovely sunny summer day. A warm breeze lightly scented with the aroma of wild flowers blew across the grassy plain. There was not a cloud in the sky to hide the earth from the brilliant sun's presence. Atop one of the small hills there lay a masculine body. The man was unconscious, his face half covered with the hood of his tanned wolf's hide cloak. His long black hair splayed across his lean muscular chest. His frame was long and well chiselled, his skin a dark tan. He wore nothing besides a pair of black leather pants and boots, a tight belt hugged his hips holding a sheathed sword and dagger. A large decorative tattoo ran down his side as well as one on his wrist, the marking of his family line. His cloak and belt were ornamented with luminous blue gems, a marking of his class. Lucien lay unaware his surroundings had changed, unaware he was the last of his race, the Lyrakai. The impact of the explosion had rendered him unconscious before he knew his body was being flung through a portal his father had created. The rest of his homeland had been destroyed with no possible way of getting back to his plane of existence. His father had been head caster, the king's advisor. His mother was head healer. He had been graced with both their powers, an anomaly for even his world. He was a meager one hundred and fifty-six years old with a body of a thirty year old and the mind of a five hundred year old. He had had to mature quickly, the travesty of being born in the age of the dragons. He had seen death in the thousands with life only being created in the hundreds. The dragons were blood thirsty, rebelling against their masters, his people. He had known from an early age that his world was coming to an end. During the last explosion his father had opened a portal to a random location and it had been meant for the three of them to escape through, to make a new life elsewhere. But only he had made it. The devastation was left behind, along with the history of his people. He alone would have the memories and the teachings. Now he was in a distant land, no knowledge of anything there, with only the hope for survival.