The look in the man's eyes that had touched his shoulder told Grismore he was in trouble. His wounds was far worse than he had anticipated it to be. Within moments he lost consciousness waking up in a cavern. Rich dark mud had been packed into his wound and the cave had been sealed shut with a large boulder. For a moment before falling back into unconsciousness he couldn't help but feel a bit like Jesus, only Jesus had been dead when he had been sealed in. At least that is what they claimed.

Opening his eyes again he could see bats collecting over head settling in for the day. groggily he couldn't help but imagine the amount of waste that would pile on his body. Attempting to lift an arm just to move out of the way, he failed realizing he was still too out of it to move. Falling back into a black nothingness he slept on.

The next thought that brought him back to consciousness was of Jesus again. What if Jesus was an elemental? It would have explained his ability to move the boulder without any help. Jesus could have been a Vampire as well, but that one was not likely as he was remembered for healing not killing.

The next time his eyes opened he could have sworn the boulder had been moved, and someone was in the cave with him. Was it Jesus? No. Jesus wasn't in the cave with him. Not unless his penis had fallen off and been replaces by breasts. Nice, soft...Whoa! This was defiantly not Jesus...

Clothes were bunched in strange places, the wound had healed and he found himself untouched by bat waste. So far he was confused. Oh so very confused. If he couldn't move himself had someone else moved him? He didn't think he was in the same place he was before. Noope, there was an underground pool of water about three feet to his left that he could hear. Turning his head with a groan he looked at the water, steam raising from it indicating the cave was cooler than the water. Closing his eyes he intended to feel for a heat source.

Jesus could walk on water, Grismore could walk on water. Jesus just HAD to be an elemental of some kind. There was no other explanation. He could turn water into wine. Wine sounded good at that particular moment.

What day was it? Was it even a new day? Was it an entirely different year? How long had he slept? And Why did he have so many thoughts of Jesus? Sitting up Grismore rubbed his head and coughed lightly looking around. The pool of water was no longer around him. He was back in the same place he had been placed when they sealed him in. Pushing himself up from the ground with a groan he ran a hand through his hair. His very long wizard like hair, trailing his hands over his chin he could feel a beard. Looking down he pulled the facial hair lightly and touched the end of it.

Moving to explore the cavern he had been placed in he could feel the presence of metal. Running his hand over a particularly thick vein of metal he drew it out and manipulated it into a large knife. Looking at a rock near the water pool he sat down to begin sharpening it. When he was happy with the sharpness, he saddled next to the waters edge and looked over it. Gripping onto the handle of the dagger he began to cut chunks of beard from his chin, making sure to work it back down to an even trim until he was in a more civilized place to correct it the rest of the way.

Standing once more he looked at his tattered clothes. Some ruined places were from the fight that had placed him in the cavern, the rest however, indicated that someone had torn his clothes and that he had been out of the world for a long time. Looking to the boulder he inhaled and felt a slight tug on the wounded area before it released. Placing a hand over the faint scar he sighed and lifted his free hand towards the boulder moving it to the side. As he did this, he had startled a couple of armored men. When the spun to swing their swords at him, he flicked his wrist and watched as they both hit the other in the head with their blades knocking them unconscious. As he stepped from the cave and blinked against sunlight he moved the boulder back to where it was leaving no trace he had been there other than a note within the cave. A note to Annika.

My dearest Annika,

I am sorry I failed you, I would have gladly given my life for yours had I been given the chance. Please forgive me.

Unconditionally yours, Gregorie Grismore.