- Joined
- May 25, 2011
It was a quiet night like most others when a shooting star flitted across the night sky. At first no one payed it any mind, but it didn't vanish like every other shooting star. It grew larger and larger as it headed for the countryside. Eventually, the star became a large ball of fire, hurtling toward a small village. The ball of fire crashed into a cornfield, tearing a large gash into the earth and eventually coming to rest inside of a barn.
From the wreckage of the barn stumbled a lone figure; it wore a suit of high-tech black armor with red trim. It had a sword in a sheath at one hip and a pistol in a holster on the other. The armor covered the figure's entire body: not even its face showed. It was difficult to tell the figure's gender because the armor added height as well as thickness: the wearer of the armor could have been a woman as easily as it could have been a man.
Although what remained of the barn was on fire, the figure's armor was cool to the touch. The figure moved with a limp, obviously injured despite the thickness of its armor. It looked about, attempting to determine if it had landed in a hostile area.
From the wreckage of the barn stumbled a lone figure; it wore a suit of high-tech black armor with red trim. It had a sword in a sheath at one hip and a pistol in a holster on the other. The armor covered the figure's entire body: not even its face showed. It was difficult to tell the figure's gender because the armor added height as well as thickness: the wearer of the armor could have been a woman as easily as it could have been a man.
Although what remained of the barn was on fire, the figure's armor was cool to the touch. The figure moved with a limp, obviously injured despite the thickness of its armor. It looked about, attempting to determine if it had landed in a hostile area.