The boy suddenly found himself waking up in a forest. The forest itself was quite graceful and radiant. 

With trees surrounding the clearing he was in, it looked peaceful. 

As patches of sunlight pierced through the leaves of the tall trees, He wondered how he got here. 

And most importantly, Who he was.

He stood up and scanned his surroundings. He was at a campsite of sorts, And he could see tents surrounding him

in a circle with a campfire in a middle, with many backpacks and the like all left in the ground. Was he hiking with his friends? that would explain the tents and travelpacks right? But where were they? what happened? it looked as if a battle took place, but with bags and equipment rather than swords. and did he even have friends? He took a look inside the tents and afterwards, found nothing of value. One by one, he went inside the tents and found one that stood out. It had a red-ish color scheme, obviously symbolizing royalty. In the Capital, 

It was stated that any form of looting or scavenging towards royal grounds shall be classified as thievery or 

treason no matter the reason. But, he thought to himself,

"Am i in the capital?"

as he weighed his options, his curiosity grew even more as he pondered until, finally, he gave in. At first he only took a peek. He ought to be careful because if he was discovered in the midst of doing such acts, the king would surely cut off his hands. After confirming that there is, indeed, no one nearby, he finally went inside.

The view of the tent outside was already big compared to the grey tents that were normally used. But inside, The red tent was as big as it was on the outside. It contained displays for weapons, trophies, and other shield racks on the walls opposite of one another. In the middle of the tent stood a mighty chair, similar to a throne. And in front of it, is a wartable that looks like it had been recently used, But the map was torn off. 

"so much for figuring out where i am."  He grumbled to himself.

The tent had various crates behind the makeshift "war room" that he speculated to have contained supplies. Since

there wasn't anyone who needed it, he decided to take a look. As john drew closer to the boxes, he swore he could hear a faint sound. it was faint enough to be ignored by anyone who wasn't focusing and it sounded like it was a whimper. close to a human's whimper, even. Eventually when john crept up behind the boxes, he found an injured Devera Hound.

"hey there, bud." He slowly approached the hound as it whimpered.  

He could see that it was badly injured. The hound had an open fracure wound on its leg, and it had a bloodied nose. 

"It's okay, i won't hurt you." He spoke with gentleness, hoping to calm down the injured hound. 

As he contemplated on what to do, he suddenly remembered the supply boxes inside the  tent. 

"Hang on, boy. I'll be back. I promise." He smiled at the hound and went off to the pile of boxes.

"Damn, locked shut." he grumbled as he noticed screws fastening the box on each of it's four corners. "There must be something i can use to break open the lid" He thought. And so he wandered the premises until he had scoured every inch of the area.

where oh where could he find such an item? As he pondered, he felt a small jingle in his pouch. That's right! He had been so focused

on scouting that he hadn't checked his own inventory. He found only a dagger.

It's hilt was gold and it had a gem socket in it's pommel. it had a red gem embedded into it which adds a sense of uniqueness to it. The blade was also intricately carved as it was made by Saronite, a rare metal that is usually held in the market with high value. Such a rare material is lucky for a commoner like him to have. Saronite is also unique not just by it's appearance, but also by its one-of-a-kind property to conduct magic frequencies to its full effect. Magic frequencies give off a slight vibration that, when used with metal objects, might displace the metal itself therefore rendering it's effect useless. Saronite is one of the rare metals that is used to conduct frequencies and as such, it is only used by people with high status and importance in the society.

As he looked upon this expensive and unique dagger, he noticed something written on the hilt. At first he thought it was a rune of some sort, used to give enchantments and even magical benefits to the dagger without the use of frequencies, but as he looked closer, he noticed that what was not written on it was not runes, But something more intricate. A gusp of wind suddenly blew through His face and he snapped back to reality. RIght! The dog.  

He quickly made his way to the pile of boxes and began unscrewing them via his blade. Such a blasphemous thing to think that a commoner would use a saronite dagger just for the trivial usage of unscrewing. what would ever become of him if he was caught, he wondered. When the lid popped off the box, he quickly took the splints, bandages, and dressings over to the hound. Devera hounds are known as the "Big dogs" of the capital. They are rare breeds that only royalty can afford. so rare, that one piece of its leg would cost almost five hundred thousand Empire Liras. and in your world, one Lira is about 20 dollars. Ridiculous right? Back on to the topic at hand.

Devora Hounds were prized fighter dogs and could also be excellent trackers for their tracker nose. It's a wonder how someone had the guts to not only injure the hound and not sell off the parts, but to also keep it alive and torment it? That's another level of cruelty. As He finished applying the necessary dressings to the dog, he finally attached the splint to the dog's arm and backed up slowly. 

"okay, boy. feeling better now?" The dog was now more acceptive of him, seeing as how he treated the dog's wound and such.

"where's your master?" The dog answered back with a short whimper. "You all alone? don't worry. you're not the only one." 

as he contemplated, he felt as if he had some connection and similarities to the hound. 

"You wanna travel with me, pal?" 

The dog replied with an enthusiastic "Woof Woof, Bark!"

"oh alright. then, you're gonna need a name." 

And so he thought of appropriate names for his new trusty friend. A friend that maybe he can grow close to, and relate to. The dog was of a breed fit for kings, and as such, the Devora Hounds acted as the king of all dogs in the entire continent With their beauty and ferociousness. But this particular one was attacked. by a human, no doubt, and yet it still survived.

"A name fit for a king, but also for a survivor...How about Soter? Soter was one of the 50 dogs who, alone, survived the invader's attack in ancient greece. Seems fitting for you, don'tcha think pal?"

The dog responded with a bark.

"hmm...How about Soterus for some originality?"

The dog barked enthusiastically with a "Bark! Bark!" 

"all right!, its decided then. You are now Soterus! or Sot. for short!"

The dog was barking happily. but after the "Grand" naming ceremony that the boy held, he had suddenly remembered the dagger.

"That's right! there was something written on it's hilt" he grumbled to himself. He wondered what it was. And so, Once more, he took out the dagger and took a long look at it's hilt. Finally, he saw it. He saw what was written on the Decorated dagger's hilt. 

It was not a rune, nor was it an enchantment. 

But a name.

And this name, read:  "John"