Clear blue skies stretched to the horizon, the sun's light illuminating the emerald green grassy fields and the bright yellow dandelions. the single boulder dominating the center of the field cast a short shadow to one side and and the grass and flowers swayed slightly in a light breeze. Lying atop the boulder was a single man, arms and legs splayed wide. In a manner not unlike that of a wild cat or snake, he was soaking up the sun's rays and the warmth infused in the rock. For once, his lightly tanned skin was clear of dirt and dust, and his bandages and clothes seemed clear and unmarred by travel and wear, perhaps the calm and clear nature of the weather's way of manifesting itself in the fellow's physical form. In the thoughts of he on the boulder, sitting in the most comfortable position, above all was an optimal position, particularly for one destined for greatness such as he. For many, such thoughts might seem conceited, prideful, or worse. However, for the one thinking these thoughts, there was nothing unnatural about them. He was Day Kragg, after all.