Toya, now an outcast of society, thrown out of his own kingdom was now walking in the desert. He didn’t go too deep in for safety reasons, he just wanted a stroll, never have being in such terrains before as the prince of the Nocturne Kingdom.

As he walked he noticed the sand on the ground becoming more blackish as if it were burnt. Not understanding what was the cause of this phenomenon Toya follows the trail. It led deep into the desert. He sometimes had to take out his water bottle he carried always with him. The longer he went the more of this type of sand occurred until in the distance he saw… someone. They were lying on the sand, in this scorching morning sun as if they were dead! Toya immediately ran up to this person, aware that they might be dangerous. It was a ginger haired man that had hints of brown mixed into it, pale skin, eyes fully shut, his body unmoving. He seemed to barely be able to breathe. He looked absolutely disheveled, his clothes’ state enhancing the critical condition the other was in.

His clothes were really torn apart and slightly burned. The sand around him almost pitch black. He had many scars on his body too. It looked like he had been through hell and back, as if he had to fight something overpowered that caused so much harm. Toya wasted no time and picked up the vulnerable man, bridal style, and took him away from the hot sun and desert terrain, following the trail he came here by. He took the injured to a river that ran not so far deep into the forest neighbouring said desert. Toya laid him down onto the ground and poured a bit of water onto the guy to cool down his hot body. His body was clearly sunburned. He also cleaned up a few wounds and scars he could see.

A whole day passed of waiting to see if the condition of the stranger would improve, luckily it did and he was able to wake up. Toya watched intently.