Thread:TEOR-MMMM/@comment-35691777-20190427212047/@comment-36309590-20190428012055

Rimlian muttered a curse as he slowly moved into an upright sitting position, the nauseating pain radiating across his face in waves making the effort even more difficult than it already was. Planting a hand on the ground, which was rough and gritty in texture, much like the floor of a sand filled cave, the keyblade master brought his other hand up to his face and assessed the damage dealt by the blow. And from the sharp, piercing pain he felt upon gently brushing up against his nose, Rimlian guessed that it had been broken. The rest of his face felt fine however, so he assumed the damage wasn't as bad as he'd originally thought.

Squeezing his eyes shut and taking a few seconds to recompose himself, Rimlian went back over the events leading up to his abrupt relocation. The last thing he remembered was speeding across the barren desert towards the missing fragment of his power on his glider, when a heavy blunt object hit him square in the face, most likely knocking him out cold. Which explained the whole vision he had about floating in an endless expanse of darkness. He must have hallucinated the whole thing after being knocked from his craft and taken here.

Wherever here was. Opening his eyes once more, Rimlian took a few minutes to examine his new surroundings. It was apparent that he was in a cave of some kind, and a relatively large one at that. Off to his left was a jagged opening in the rock, roughly around his height, in front of which a curtain of blindingly white light hung, completely obscuring the outside world from view. And off to his right was a short dark tunnel that grew smaller and smaller the further inward it went, until Rimlian assumed it terminated in a wall or some other barrier.

But that's not what interested him the most about this cave. What interested him most, were the objects scattered across the floor a few feet in front of him. Namely a bedroll, the extinguished remains of a fire over which a wooden spit with a small metal pot hanging from it stood, and the device that had been wrapped around his wrist sitting nearby. Exhaling, Rimlian gritted his teeth as he carefully got to his feet, doing his best not to give into the wave of nausea and pain that washed over him. Bracing himself against a nearby wall, the old keyblade master used most of his remaining strength to launch himself forwards. Landing on his hands and knees, Rimlian crawled forward a bit and grabbed it.

Fastening it back around his wrist, Rimlian got to his feet once more and summoned Flux. Cracking a slight smile as the key shaped blade materialized in his right hand with a flash of shadowy light, Rimlian raised it high in the air and cast heal on himself, letting out a slight sigh of relief as the restorative energies washed over his body, repairing his wounds and mending his broken bones. Lowering and dismissing Flux, Rimlian looked down at his wrist mounted device and brought up the holographic display from earlier. Examining the map, Rimlian's eyes went wide as he finally realized that the fragment of his power was five feet to his left...

Right in front of the entrance to the cave.

"Looking for this?" The dim outline of a man said mockingly, holding up a fist sized crystal within which darkness marred by tiny flecks of light swirled.

Rimlian's eyes narrowed. That was the fragment he was after.

Right in this strangers hand.