Daniel was being overwhelmed by memories of his other life, the life he led on Krynn. He saw Solinari extend his hand towards Daniel. Daniel took his father's hand, and the fog of memories parted. He saw before him the world of Krynn and the breath caught in his throat. The world he saw before him was beautiful. He saw the different continents before him and realized that he knew the names for each of them. The one that he felt a familiarity with was one he knew as Ansalon.
Solinari smiled down on his son and pointed to Ansalon, "That is where you belong, my son," Daniel looked up at the god, "I will send you to the Tower of High Sorcery at Wayreth. There you will be safe from the war that wreaks havoc on the rest of Krynn, my son. I cannot lose you again my son," Solinari grew sorrowful. "Stay at Wayreth until you can remember your past, Darryl. Then you can go forth and aid the people of Krynn. Being my son does not keep you from dieing, so, stay with Par-Salian at the tower, my son," Solinari looked distant. "Be safe, Darryl," he said.
Suddenly, Daniel found himself in a large garden. "Who are you, brother?" asked a young man in red robes, Daniel looked at him and smiled.
"I am Dan—" he started to say the name he had know all his life on Earth, but realized that he was not Daniel anymore. "I am Darryl Godson," he said, pulling his last name from his new memories. The young red robe started. He was talking to the mage who had been missing for thirty years, Solinari's son.
"M-m-master Darryl," the red robe bowed to Soliari's son.
"Stop that," he said out of habit, "What's your name?" he asked the red robe, sighing, he had to still act the same as he had on missions in order to get the young man to relax.
"I-I-I'm-m-m Felios, sir," the young man said.
"Well, Felios, how old are you?" he asked kindly. He felt a kinship with this red robe.
"I'm 27, sir," Felios said.
"Stop the 'sir'ing, Felios, I might be the son of Solinari, but I've been living as a human for a lifetime. Treat me like you would someone you grew up with. I actually don't know how old I am," Darryl admitted to Felios, "I was about thirty on — where I've been when no one knew where I was," he finished lamely. "Come on, Felios, I was told to go talk to Par-Salian. I have no idea where to find him!" Darryl laughed.
"I know where he is, Darryl," Felios said with a smile. He had thought that the son of a god would be far more imposing, but Darryl seemed to be a normal human, even as a mage, Darryl was a kind soul, Felios reflected. He began to see Darryl like an older brother.
"Good!" Darryl said, "Let's go see him! Ummm, Felios, who is Par-Salian?" he asked.
"He's the leader of the conclave, Brother Darryl," Felios said in hushed tones. "I'll take you to see him now," he said some strange words and Darryl found himself in a large room with several large chairs in the center of the room. There was a man on one of the chairs.
"Welcome back to Krynn, brother Darryl Godson," Par-Salian said from is spot on the chair.