Everything was dark. An herbal scent lingered in the air and the sound of someone coughing echoed through the space that he resided in. A hard wooden surface layed underneath him as something coarse and thin layed atop him.

'Where am I?' drifted through the person's mind as he tried to recall what exactly happened.

The last he remembered was being on a train, a sense of weightlessness, screams, a hard impact and the pain that made him pass out.

The person opened his eyes to see a wooden ceiling above him. A lamp hung just to the side... he thought it was a lamp, it produced light after all.

With great difficulty that shot pain through his entire body he moved his head to get a better look around him.

A curtain blocked his view from the majority of the room but from what he could see a stool was at his bedside. The first word that came to his mind was: Empty. A metallic bowl sat on top of a small table next to the bed that held little else with the exception of a rag and a roll of bandages. The walls were wooden with no decoration.

Taking a look at his own body the person was taken back by the amount of bandages that were wrapped around him. His waist, both arms and a leg were wrapped up and bloodied, potentially from the multiple scrapes and cuts that had came from the impact. Maybe he had crashed through a window and the glass had cut him.

As if sensing that he was awake footsteps drew closer to the curtain, a large silhouette was seen before an overpowering scent hit him that made his insides crawl. A force pushed from his stomache to his lips yet he closed his mouth preventing the vomit from escaping.

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The curtains were thrown aside as the figure revealed himself in all of his stinking glory. The figure's eyes focused on him as if gazing into his soul which cause him to freeze.

The person's watering eyes roamed across the newcomer, a shirt and pants stained with blood and herbs. Arms as thick as soda cans and hairy legs that ended in hooves... wait hooves? The person looked up at the head and saw curled horns that peeked from the scraggily hair that hung like a curtain covering the eyes.

"Ah, I see you're awake! Excellent! I have a few questions to ask of you." The doctor? bleeted and he quickly grabbed the bandage roll and took out a pen.

"What attacked you? Who were you traveling with? What was your destination? Where did you come from? Do you have any money or possessions?" The doctor? rapidly fired these questions into the person's face before he was abruptly stopped by the man himself.

"I can't answer you... but most importantly, Where am I?" The figure asked

"How rude of me. Let me introduce myself. I am a healer that goes by the name Issa Glenwood and you are in the village of Sedatt." Introduced the doctor.

This didn't make any sense? Where was Sedatt? There wasn't any location like that on the map.

"Where exactly am I?" the injured person asked to which Glenwood smiled.

"If you want exact exact then I'll comply. We're in the village of Sedatt on the continent of Hirath on the plane of Selvador. Does that help?"

The words echoed through the person's mind as he thought about the implications of it. He was in another world. Another world! If you're in another world then obviously you had to be a hero right?

"YAHOOO!" cried out the injured person, startling the doctor who fell out of his chair.

Watch out Demon King! I'll hunt you down like the hero I am!" the person thought to himself as he struggled to get up, only to feel a sharp pain before blacking out.