The Darkness.
To many, it was a menace. Something to be feared, but not to Gabriel. A man who had grown up under the harsh light of the black sun, and traversed the world known as "the void" in it found a different thing from it. Understanding. Comfort. He knew that it was not darkness in itself that was evil, but how it was used. Creatures born in the dark were not inherently evil, but the predisposition to become evil was always there. Of course, this was all simply musings of an idle mind.
An idle mind in the back of a prison carriage. Gabriel was, at the moment a prisoner of the Serendipian military. Elvish knights whom although stern and cold Gabriel knew to be pure of heart. Part of him surrendering to them when he was accosted as he crossed the highlands was that Gabriel already knew of their "plight". Apparently he was convincing enough that the military was willing to believe him and take his assistance, but they were understandibly leery of the Voidwalker: his unusual appearance and the fact that he was human were things that tended to set their military ill at ease, and as uncomfortable as the ride was, Gabriel did not particularly care. If he had wished to escape and did not have the will to follow through with his will to help the elves, then he would have escaped already, despite their attempts to seal his abilities with runic chains.
The ride was quite bumpy, and although Gabriel had no idea where they were taking him, he was confident and calm nonetheless: judging by the small gaps in the windows, they were going across the northwatch plains toward the mountains in search of the "Beast" as it was known: A terrible creature Gabriel himself had been tracking before being taken into custody. A mindless creature supposedly akin to a dragon.
A creature Gabriel had hunted once, its image
As familiar as if he had just seen it. It was of all things, an ancient wyvern: one of the less evolved and more savage creatures, hardly having the nobility, honor, pride or power of dragons but nonetheless a severe threat. Yet in all his travels Gabriel had not seen a creature of such ancient origin as that. Whatever it was, it was not native to the region.
And perhaps not even to this time or world.
Eventually, the prisoner carriage came to a complete stop at the foot of the mountains, a place where horses could no longer safely travel, and a place where Gabriel got the suspicion he would soon be seeing the light of the sun once again. As the carriage doors opened, Gabriel stepped out, still chained, and looked at his "captors" wondering what awaited him with slight anxiety...
