Lord Nate Edinson's eyes fluttered open, his mind foggy and disoriented. He was lying on a narrow bed in a small, dimly lit room. The air was thick with the scent of old books and dust.
As he struggled to sit up, a wave of dizziness washed over him, forcing him back onto the bed. Nate groaned, rubbing his temples. What had happened?
He tried to remember, but his memories seemed shrouded in a thick mist. Fragments of images flashed through his mind: a dark forest, a glowing crystal, a figure in a hooded cloak.
Suddenly, Nate's eyes snapped wide open. He remembered something. A name. Elian.
With newfound determination, Nate threw off the covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed. His head spun, but he gritted his teeth and stood up, determined to find answers.
The room was small, with stone walls and a single window high up on one wall. Nate stumbled towards the window, his eyes scanning the landscape outside.
He found himself in a bustling city, with towering spires and grand architecture. People thronged the streets, going about their daily business.
Nate's gaze wandered, taking in the sights and sounds of the city. That was when he saw it: a figure watching him from across the street.
The figure was hooded, making it impossible to discern any features. Nate felt a shiver run down his spine as their eyes met.
Without breaking eye contact, Nate reached out with his mind, trying to sense any malicious intentions. But there was nothing. Just a strange, pulsating energy.
Suddenly, the figure vanished into thin air. Nate blinked, wondering if he'd imagined the whole thing.
But he knew he hadn't. Something was going on, something big. And Nate was determined to get to the bottom of it.