I know I already have a story involving Van Bloot after the destruction of the Threshold, but this is a completely different story, although it will have a few similarities.

I'll probably change the name of this story was soon as I come up with a better one.

Disclaimer: I do not own Chaotic

"Port out!" Sarah screamed as the beam of mugical energy fell towards the floating landscape.

All the humans ported away, but Van Bloot didn't have that option. Instead he faced the music as Dranikus Threshold pulled him in. What happened next was a difficult feeling for him. He knew he was traveling through time, but he could also feel the location being destroyed as it transported him to an unknown generation. He knew he was traveling quickly, but he felt like time was slowing down.

The winged creature blacked out before he could figure out what direction he was going in.

"Hey, creature, you're in my way." a voice said. Van Bloot was too out of it to even know if the voice was make or female, but the fact that he had been called 'creature' suggested that whoever it was must have been a human being. What the voice said next got his attention "You better get out of this water. You don't want a M'errilian to get you, do you?"

That woke Van Bloot up enough to realise that he was indeed in shallow water. While sniffing the air to try to detect any potential dangers, he tried to oped his eyes and sit up. His head spun has he tried to sit up. His vision was to blurry for him to see anything. He closed his eyes and put a hand on his head.

He sniffed the air again, hoping to smell something recognizable. There were sweet plants of some sort, but he could not recognize the the scent. There were also a few creatures nearby and the strong scent of a human. Being unable to recognize the sweet scent of the plants but knowing for a fact that he was not smelling flowers, Van Bloot assumed that he had succeeded in traveling back in time and that the sweet smell was from an extinct species of plant.

The rebellious creature grinned as he stood up. He felt as if he had already taken over the world. He opened his eyes again to be fully aware of his surroundings. He was indeed in a small body of water, but he was sure there weren't any M'errilian in the pond. He doubted there had been in a long time, since plants resembling bamboo were growing around it.

But then another thought occured to him: what if he had gone forward in time instead of back in time? There was a possibility that he was in M'errilian territory and even though the creatures his nose could pick up on didn't smell like M'errilians, that didn't mean they weren't enslaved.

Knowing the human could know something, he turned and attempted to grabbed the weakling in an attempt to scare the helpless little thing into telling him everything he wanted to know. But his hand was quickly cut by a sharp machete. It wasn't deep enough of a cut to concern him and knew he could have easily gotten rid of a human, but he froze.

He could not believe what he saw. Maybe it was just everything else sinking in, or maybe he was genuinely concerned by what he saw. He didn't know why it was bothering him so much, but something wasn't right about it. It's not like he didn't see it coming, but he didn't expect to see it so soon.

At that point he knew he was in the future.