It had been well over a month since Rata'quinn left the sacred underground sanctuary. The surface dwellers' land was beauty full, though he felt an urge, no, a need to visit his home once again. He knew it would happen sooner or later as with all Kianor. He concluded that kianor are spiritually bond with their underground tunnels, though there was no room for hesitation, he will find a place in history, he must. While walking through the mountainside, he came across a stream, he did see water before, but not in that amount, fascinated by the bubbling brook, he tried walking on it. He never knew that water was not as dense as the soil he walked on, so he stomped in it, slipping off the wet rocks on the bottom, he fell and hit his head. Darkness.