The kingdom hidden within a mirage-a place only those who were supposed to find resided; a place where only those who wished with all their hearts to, could leave. It was home to none in this foreign land, not even the male who had once called it so. Yet when dreams permitted, he returned there. Even after all these years... Seeing distant lands, the likes of which he might never have imagined, he could still see those rolling dunes and the sandstone buildings where his family waited for him on the rise. 

When he awoke however touch, taste and smell overwhelmed him with sensations strikingly different from that place trapped only in memory. Had he not wished this wanderer's lifestyle upon himself those smells might have become a cruel reminder of the life he had lost. Yet while one eye was lost to the past, one eye continued to seek out the future in an attempt to atone for the crimes of pride that had cost his family their lives. 

Thus this wayward creature traveled far and wide, offering his services and might to those who should happen to need it. Never requiring recompense beyond that a good deed be repaid with another (should the opportunity present itself). Once his role was done, the mysterious man with the golden eye would gather up what little he carried on him and continue on his way.