![[Dell.png]] Dell was too young to understand why the sky was burning. He remembers the screams, the crashing stone, the way the streets shook beneath his bare feet as he ran. He remembers holding his mother’s hand one moment and losing it the next ripped away in the chaos, swallowed by the sea of panicked bodies. He called for her. He called for his father. No one answered. By the time the fires had died and the city had fallen quiet, Dell was alone. The walls were crumbling. The air was thick with smoke. Dell had stopped running. There was nowhere left to go. The last thing he remembers before collapsing was the ground trembling beneath him and the sky flickering between fire and magic. Then, suddenly, there was warmth. When he opened his eyes, he wasn’t in the ruins anymore. He was being carried—lifted in massive, steady arms that held him like he was something fragile. Big Guy. Dell doesn’t remember much of the rescue, but he remembers the giant of a man who pulled him from the rubble. He remembers the others, Sordia Vignti fighting through the destruction, making sure no one else was left behind. They didn’t know him. They had no reason to stop for him. But they did. Dell doesn’t know what comes next. He’s still too small to fight, too scared to believe that safety is real. But Sordia Vignti doesn’t abandon their own. They gave him food. Shelter. A place among them. Now, he just has to figure out where he belongs.