This was the last time, Fate had made up her mind. She was not going to let yet another world be destroyed by Chaos and his brethren. She and Destiny had spoken of this before; It was cruel and unfair that Chaos had been meddling in the affairs of lesser beings so much as to shatter whole dimension one at a time. She had just heard him talking, nay, bragging of how he was so close to ending his latest conquest, a place named Azeroth, and was already plotting his next target. Well, she had been doing some plotting of her own. She just hoped she had chosen her pawns well. No, that is not right, they are not her pawns. She and Destiny may have lain the roads for them to follow, but they will choose there own path. Yes they will be Knights. Knights fighting to decide the fate of not only Azeroth, but now Earth as well.

Kenneth had yet to open his eyes and already he knew , this was not going to be his day. His head throbbed painfully, and the morning light dancing merrily on his eyelids wasn't helping matters much. As he lifted an arm to shade his face from the sunlight his muscles screamed in protest, and the stiff joints popped loudly, causing him to groan. What had he done last night?

Thinking back he realized he had no problem recalling the last night's events. He had gone out with James for a few drinks, but had only had one or two in comparison to James' multitude. After that he had gone straight home and to bed. Maybe he should have taken James' offer of another round or two. At least then he could have justified the hangover from hell. Still though, there was this nagging feeling at the back of his mind that he was missing something important. Sighing, Ken shifted his arm to block out the single ray of light that had managed to find the gap at his elbow.

"Oh good, you are finally awake."

The sound of the man's voice startled Kenneth out of his dazed, half-awakened state. All at once the realization took hold of what exactly had been bothering him since he woke up. The window in his bedroom was on the opposite side of the room, not beside the bed!

Sitting bolt upright, Ken quickly surveyed his surroundings. He was in a smallish-sized room with all stone walls, devoid of any furniture save the bed he was on and what seemed to be a handcrafted wooden desk just to his right.

His headache chose that moment to remind him it was still there, and decidedly not happy about the sudden movement. He brought his hands up to cradle his head with a hiss of pain. Ken realized that the man was speaking again and fought to hear his words over the blood pounding in his ears.

"... to wonder if I needed to fetch a Priest. You alright son? You don't look so good."

The man's gruff voice startled him at first, but he seemed friendly enough and looked genuinely concerned.

"Head's killing me," was all he managed to choke out before the dizziness took over again. The man walked over to the desk and selected a small glass vial from the variety that was on its surface.

"Here, drink this" He said, offering the vial to Ken, who took one look at the crimson liquid contained inside and politely refused. The man clearly didn't understand his reluctance to drink something the color and consistency of blood, handed to him by a stranger, and tried again.

"It's no trouble son; potions are easy to make. Just take it, you will feel better."

Ken eyed the container in the man's outstretched hand dubiously. Well, he figured, at least it couldn't make him feel any worse. He reached out for the vial, and the man handed it to him with comforting smile.

Ken pulled the stopper out and looked at the crimson liquid again. "What, no blue pill?" he muttered. He sighed and steeled his nerves. "Cheers," he thought, tipping the contents of the vial down his throat.