Lemuel slowly awoke with a Groan, body heavy and aching. He could feel the tides pull against him, and the sand shift beneath himself as he lay there. Grimacing when he was met with flaring pain shooting up his arm.

... He was injured.

It didn't help that all he could remember was a storm. One so strong that even giants like him had been threatened.

And now, he could barely even remember where he was. Or... Who he was.

Eventually, Lemuel slowly opened his eyes. He squinted as the moon's rays poured down onto the unknown land he lay on. The tides reflected the moons surface. While the landscape was beautiful, Lemuel was weary.

Noticing movement, Lemuel tensed. While he lay there, Lemuel became more defensive and hyper-aware of where he was. He was lost, and alone, after all. Even for a giant, Lemuel was smart enough to realize he was unarmed, and injured. His size wouldn't be enough to protect himself had it been something dangerous.

However, facing what he'd originally thought to be dangerous, he was met with...

... You.