WHO: Nyx Ulric and Loki. WHAT: Nyx's arrival and he's a confused boy. WHERE: Town Square. WHEN: Tuesday Evening. RATING: Low?
The very last things Nyx remembered was wishing the young king a good rule, and nothing. It was darkness as his body burned away from the power with in him seeping out. The rulers of past weren't kidding. He was absolutely overflowing with the power from the Ring of Lucii and it was destroying his body from the inside out. He at least finished what he needed to. Things were going to finally be good for the kingdom. He did his honor well.
Except.
Nyx awoke with a desperate gasp of air being sucked in. He was laying on the ground. It was cold. Stone. The Glaive quickly stood up and looked about and then at himself. His hands were fine. His body wasn't burning away. Though his armor had seen better days still. He remembered the feeling of burning away, and he felt overly healthy. Just as he did the moment he made the agreement with the Kings of Past. Slowly Nyx ran his right hand over his left arm, over the bare skin now that his armor had been blown and burned away. The magic scaring wasn't there. It was all him. His right hand also touched his neck where he felt the burn of the magic eating away at him previously.
He was revived and normal.
Looking down he saw one of his kukris. The Insomnia designed one. The one he ended Titus' life with. Memento from where he came from? Where was he? Nyx bent down and picked up the weapon putting it in his sheath on his thigh. Nyx looked about and moved towards a strange table with simple items on it. A phone? Piece of paper? Nyx picked up the phone and put it in his pocket, and then read the directions. It was at his point Nyx's stomach shifted. He wasn't alone. Staring at the paper he let the uneasy feeling pull at him to allow for his training to guide him.
"I'm not looking for a fight." Nyx said out loud at the paper. "I am just very confused."