"In all honesty? I don't really know. The last thing I remembered before blacking out was seeing the boy held by Iconoclast mercenaries. They took him as ransom and I was even ready to give up my life for him - that was, before one of them hit his head with the butt of their gun. I lost it and transformed into... You get the idea." Lucien sighed and sat down by the base of the large tree, as if trying to forget such memories because of the grief they brought. "When I woke up I was here. So I can only assume the boy is here as well."