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[Dan]

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It was just like old times, striding down the path towards Skara Brae. He could remember his first days in the lands, when everything around new and exciting, and there was so much to learn...

Back in his early, tender ages of the new world.

Greyskull, Velvet, Brodieman, the whole crew. He remembered them well as he made his way to the docks into Skara Brae. The scenery was peaceful, the day was gorgeous, and all seemed right to capture the final images in his mind of what he was leaving. In the distance he could see the children sitting on the dockside fishing, while a few sailors coached them on the side and whispered to them. It brought a smile to his face, the simplicity of it all, the great sense of "home".

Before he could take another step, something suddenly shuddered in the bushes next to him. Responding to reflex, he unsheathed his red kryss with lightning speed and held it out in the opposite direction of his sheath, pointing up, to his side. A few leaves flew off of the bush, but only a small fox came out of it. It seemed quite young for its size, and with that he sighed and sheathed his kryss just as fast as he had struck it out. Crouching down, he grinned and looked to the fox in the eyes. It began to crouch in fear of him, but remained still. He merely patted the fox on the head, and scratched its ears a bit. He then resumed to a stand, as the fox scurried off to its whereabouts.

Soon after, he made his way to the docks and boarded a boat. The boatman looked to the stranger with green hair, and raised a brow. To him, strangers hardly came through these parts, or at least if they did, they never really had any business in a forgotten town such as this. Usually adventurers of that sort stuck to the capital city of Britain, or the City of Paladins, Luna. Shrugging it off, he merely lifted anchor and directed the boat to the small island town of Skara Brae. The man could feel the familiar breeze bristle through his hair, letting the ends of his black bandana flow through the wind. His tan, Sanctus cloak fluttered as well, and for a moment he almost lost himself in the humble ease of the moment.

Afterwards, the boat docked, and the man left and began his stride into town. Having his appearance catch a few eyes, he made his way down the roads and alleys to his home. Once he reached it, he peeked into the window to watch and see who was home. Inside, he could see his mother washing dishes. A child was wandering about, playing with his small tinker toys scattered across the floor. The boy seemed happy, the kind of happy that he once felt in days long gone. As he continued to watch, a man entered the room, which looked quite similar to the boy. It was the man who had kicked him from his home, but that grudge had long since faded.

His mother finished her chores just shortly after, and they both stood next to each other with their arms around the other's shoulder, watching the boy play. The scene almost brought a tear to his eye, but no warriors in this day and age could be that soft. So he smiled, and left with a smile.

Dan made his way to his next memory.