There was a burning, scorching heat that battered the new lieutenant's body. Slowly, from his dreamless but restless slumber, judging from the way that his hands clenched to grasp at something but had nothing - his eyes opened to the sight of a open blue sky above him. His hand went up to shield his eyes from the blinding glare of the sun, as his disoriented senses quickly returned to newly-awakened male. 'What happened..?; He asked himself, pulling himself up, holding a gloved hand against his head as if he were immersed in a headache. His limbs were sore, his body ached. But that wasn't enough to deter the older male, forcing his body to move. One gray eye flickered at the glove on his hand, he was in his lieutenant form then? The male didn't know if he should consider that bothersome, or not.
What had he been doing earlier? He felt restless; annoyed at the fact that he couldn't remember. The last thing his consciousness remembered, was that it had been dusk. But now, it was as bright as day, the sun's blistering heat a painful indication. Was this one of his dreams? He had been having restless dreams, for what seemed to be quite some time now. Ever since he had arrived at Destiny City, coming back to it. And every time he awoke, he was annoyed, irritated.
He collected a handful of sand, and opened his hand again, the grains falling from his hand and disappearing into the endless supply of sand that seemed to surround him. It was a vast region, that seemed to have no end. A desert then? He was familiar with deserts, having visited them once or twice. But it was known that Destiny City didn't border along any deserts, nor was it in close proximity with any as well.
"Nothing makes sense." Seth muttered to himself, feeling no presence of others nearby. Was he dead, then? No. He couldn't have died. He wouldn't be as weak as to die this early. He had already stood up, his gray eyes contemplating as they stared at the vast world around him. But if this wasn't death, then where was it? Another dreamworld? Or someplace else, that had decided to transport him like a pawn in a chess game? There was no obvious indicator, or the usual villain - or even a village person like in the games to tell him where he was. Well, by all means, Seth didn't intend to play for defeat, but to win.
But even that had to begin with information. Did that mean he was stranded here by himself? Or had there been others? This was no time for idle speculation, the boy intending to find out. He would gather information first, and decide what to do after.
And so, he walked.