You can call me Traveler. I discovered half a medallion, then found the other half, put them together, and found myself on another world in a different universe filled with mythical creatures, races and sorcerers. There I met a beautiful Elven princess. Do I control the Medallion's magic as Magnus, their world's wizard, tells me? How could I possibly rescue their people from an evil sorcerer's dark powers? I guess I better start from the beginning. I enlisted in the United States Army. Ten years later I became the martial arts instructor for Special Forces and joined them on Black Ops. The CIA came calling when I retired to advise secret missions for Langley and special operations at the Army War College. Later, I resigned from my post at West Point when my wife was dying of cancer. I helped her through her final journey. When she died, I died. My nephews worried about me and sent me on a fall color train trip. That's when the strangest thing happened. Was it an illusion in an old man's mind, a simple dream, or real? Real or not, saving that world became my quest.