Golden tears

Prologue

"Crack!" Lightning. The storm, loud and relentless. Two figures ran from one tree to another, hoping for cover. They pulled the hoods of their cloaks tight around their face, protecting against the whistling wind. The figures made their way towards a cabin. 100 feet, 80 feet, 40 feet, so close. A light shone in the cabin, seemingly brought on by the figures' presence. 20 feet. A yellow flash, the sound of a gun gone off concealed by a perfectly timed lightning strike. One of the figures falls to the ground, lifeless, then the second.

Laughter sounded, drowned out by the steady drum of the rain. A figure in a golden cloak approached the two figures, only just hiding something within their cloak. If you listen close enough, you could hear the figure giggling. They reached down to one of the bodies, pulling a strange ornate cuff off of their arm.

"Finally," The golden figure whispered. They were pleased, and with a swoosh of their cloak they disappeared into thin air. The golden dust sprinkled down onto the bodies, soaked in the rain, the feel of disaster in the air.