Andre woke suddenly, his heart was pounding in his chest and sweat beaded on his forehead. He reached for his double scimitars which were strapped to each of his hips. He jumped up from where he was laying on the ground, his body coiled into a defensive stance, waiting for someone attack him. Once the moment of panic cleared and he realized that there was no one attacking him nor near him at all, he stood to his full height of sixe feet and three inches. He looked around him, studying his surroundings. He stood in a large clearing which lay next to a beautiful waterfall, it wasn't a forest he recoginzed at all. He sheathed his weapons, and put his hands on his well toned hips. "Where in the blue hells am I?" He asked the silent trees as he stratched his silver toned head.

Andre walked over to where the small lake met the clearing and knelt down to take a drink. The water was fresh and cool, perfect in every way. It made Andre a bit nervous, he began to suspect that he had fallen into a magical trap of some sort. He was glad, however, that he had gotten away from the troupe of dangerous women and their equally dangerous men. He leaned himself against a boulder that was in the ground between the water and the clearing. He was glad to be rid of the husbands of those women. They were trying to kill him for suducing their wives, as the wives were trying to kill him for being with more than one of them.