What took him? No, he didn't remember anything taking him per say. The last sight he'd had of his world was the tall and vibrant wheat grass swaying ahead of him and whipping at his ankles. And then the water. "Yeah, I was running through a field, and I stepped in a puddle except I went through it, and all of a sudden I was in the middle of the woods, covered in water," he said. That was how it happened, though out loud it sounded rather silly. Like the beginning of a fairy tale. Some fairy tale this was.
Are's story involved an oar, and something called Ägir. "You got hit with an oar and woke up here?" he asked, eyebrows raised. Somehow this story might've been even worse than his, for at least Killian had been conscious when he'd arrived.
rock children hold your heads up high