He saw Black and opened his eyes, feeling like he’d heard someone’s voice. It was dark. The ground looked burnt, maybe fire? When he tried touching the ground, it was hard and rocky. It was just bare rock, no wonder his back felt itchy.

The moon sent a twilight of yellow. With all its majesty, it didn't even give off enough light for him to see his hands and feet. Taking to his feet. He felt cold as the night wind sent a chill down his spine. He shivered, and he clenches his arm together, tight. Where are my clothes? He didn’t know. He was at a complete loss.

There was a sound, like someone stepping on wood. It sounded like the sound was getting closer. When he listened closely, he heard voices. People? They sounded human, he hoped.

''Hello, anyone there'' A women voice said hesitantly.

People? Dangerous, maybe. She sounded nice. He had no choice left, let them pass as he hides or face them. The latter sounded wrong, that leaves...

“Uh, yeah, I’m here...” He shot back.

“Yeah! another survivor, should we count?” A loud man shouted.

“Dunno...maybe four.'' The woman's voice said.

“I figured as much. Not many get to survive a Dragon breathe and live to tell about it. Kid, come out,” another person added. His voice was deep, like the roar of waves.

He nervously stepped forward, keeping a hand on tightly clutched.

''Where are we, anyway?” He said.

“Dunno...” The woman added.

“What? Doesn’t anyone else know where we are? What’s going on? Who are you guys?” He was scared and shaken up by this weird situation. Mostly freezing.

The loud man took out a candle from his bag, he ignited it. He could see again. The loud man was very tall. He could make out a bit of the man’s head in the candlelight. The loud man’s hair wasn’t black. Was it... blond? Was I blond too; it too dark to see. But judging by their voices, nobody here was all that old. He was not sure about the deep voice fellow.

“I'm S.H.A.W.N Aka Shawn,” the Blond and loud guy called, pulling open his back. He played around in his bag. With shuffling noise, he pulled out leather trousers and a shirt. He threw them at me.

“Oh...! How sad it is to say farewell to my bedding dress” Shawn cried out “Take care of them?!” He exclaimed.

''What an idiot.'' a woman dressed in flashy clothes who was standing behind Shawn added.

With no hesitation. He placed the clothing on. Feeling warm, and also a bit uncomfortable.

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''Shawn, Misty, shut it!'' The man with a deep voice exclaimed. Taking a closer look. He seems smaller than he had expected, one head short than the petit girl, Misty. Towering over 140 cm. With curly Green hair, like that of summer leaves. He saw the man physics to be twice that of his, maybe more.

Not knowing how to feel about these bunch. He stayed quiet, what else was there to say. He felt it would have been more productive if he had continued to sleep.

“Jungle Dwarf mad!” Shawn roared, like a beast.

The flashy woman, Misty joined in, shouting, “Hey, Shawn, don't be rude to my dolly!”

He was lost. Savages. Are they really friends, are they even friends. I Don't even know who are they, who am I. He stood quiet and listened, this was going nowhere. He thought.

“Hey! Shut your Anus up! Now you, come along and don't ask questions!”

Finally. He started moving, it was dark and eerie. The cold came from behind, sometimes from all around. His feet touch and felt what feels like icy stone. With his bared legs. He endured and walk, for how long he didn't know. They were a party of four. He felt like they were dead men, no one spoke, each in their own little world. Shawn occasionally started singing, about town girls.

He saw a building shaped structure. Beyond that, there were stone steps. There were no lights, but the light was shining out from within. The group ascended the stairs in single file, one step at a time. There was an iron gate at the top of the stairs. Locked, it looks like it.

“Hey! Open up! Open the door! Hey!” Shawn shouted, louder than before, bursting his ears out. Just shut up man, he felt like punching his teeth out. Was he a violent person, maybe, maybe not?

They didn’t have to wait long. The Dwarf, Olfril took a step back from the gate and stepped back. Apparently, someone had come. The flashy woman, Misty and the blond hair guy Shawn went quiet, and there was the sound of a lock turning. The iron gate opened, and a man’s voice said.

“Come, Come, Come my sweets, sweets little boys, hehe and girl.” He assumed the voice belonged to the fellow who had unlocked and opened the door. He tensed up. Was this normal? He didn't know. But he kept his guard up. An old man? Creepy one, he thought, he would need to keep his guard up from him. They ascended the stairs, and there was a stone room. It was windowless

He saw the room, it was empty. With only a weird circle on the ground drawn in red. Blood? Could be paint. The party walked toward the middle of the circle. He followed. With douth, but this feeling is not going to help him solve anything. These weirdos will.

The fancy girl squeezed her teeth tightly. “What a creepy old man,” she muttered. She was making weird symbols with her hands, a circle? Just like the one on the ground, wait. It's glowing, her hands and the symbals, both shining crimson red. What the hell! I wanted to run. My body was stuck. How? Why? A dream, it's all a dream. I tried to comfort myself. But it didn't stop the fountain of sweat from coming out of my pores.

I didn't know when but I had to close my eyes. Dark. But it felt warm, like the sun. My eyes opened and I saw light, yellow light. He sighed, looking up to the sky.

“Ah...not a dream, huh” What was that? It was pretty low in the sky. It couldn’t be the sun. It was too close to be the moon. “It’s a mountain,” he said out loud. He blinked, taking another look at it. No matter how many times he looked, it was still a mountain in the clouds.

Enough of this he thought. Wake up!. Nothing happened, he didn't expect it to work. Just self-satisfaction. He could hear noises and he looked to the side. He could see buildings crowded together, people coming and going out from the two Gates.

A Village, no a Town. It certainly looked like one. It had to be a Town. Except that the town was surrounded by huge solid Iron walls, reaching over two-story high.

''Nice init, Welcome to the Iron Fortress of Froxes. Your new home.'' The Deep voice sounded from behind. The Dwarf, no, Olfril.