DORIAN
King Dorian Sande opened his eyes and found himself on a soft bed and under warm blankets. He looked around and noticed that he was in a room, Dorian struggled to sit up straight scanning the empty room he had found himself in.
The last thing Dorian remembered was fighting an old man, but he somehow had forgotten his face. He gazed out the window and saw the sun shining straight at him in the cloudless sky that afternoon.
'Where am I...how long was i out....?' Dorian thought as he climbed off the bed going for the window.
His chest was bare, wrapped in bandages and around his wounded arm. He had worn different bleaches, and no shoes. Dorian stood at the window and gazed over the strange unfamiliar city he was somehow in.
He was at a high floor, he reckoned from the window
