So I was working on a sword in the forge when suddenly the floor below me just vanished. Yep it vanished. And I fell. Well I would because there was nothing I could hold on to stop my fall. So I fell for a long time. I also yelled as I fell. I yelled till I fell on something soft as two people greeted me. One a man a few older than him with light beard, wearing some kind of trousers and a jacket, a scowl on his face. One little girl child with a giddy smile on her face looking all to gleeful. And what do they mean when they talk to each other about messing up a timeline. *Will Connect to my other Story the King at some point! And will also have other stories too, connected to this one of course!*