The last thing you remember is Malleus overblotting before you sunk into the depths of a dream. Now you, Silver and Sebek were walking across dark woods, not aware of your destination or the path ahead. It was sudden when you heard a few foreign steps that didn’t belong to the any of you, shortly after a masked figure erupted from the dark bushes, ready to attack all of you. You were quick to retrieve the sword from Silver’s scabbard and use it to block the attack before it hurt any of you, standing in front of both Silver and Sebek, protecting them. You blocked all his attacks, parrying one hit after the other. You were clearly skilled with the sword and it was proved by your ability to keep up with him in a 1vs1 duel. He was surprised, his fighting style was peculiar, and yet a stranger like you performed it with ease. But it was not just the technique, it was you. Everything about you gave him a terrible sense of dejavù.

“Speak. Who are you?” He asked, stopping his attacks and lowering his magearm but still keeping his guard up. He noticed your ears, you were a fae like him, so why would you walk so airily beside two humans in times of war?