Sky Island

Sky Island: Prolog.

Cold was the night. The wind howled through the empty town, sweeping leaves into Chath's mop of disarrayed brown locks that snaked down the back of his neck, winding around his ears like earmuffs. With a glance, he looked around at the ghost town. The silence penetrating his thoughts. Kicking gravel along the cobblestone pathway, having no goals to follow, he walked aimlessly in the ghost town the gravel rattling on the ground every time he booted the grains on the path. If this is what people called peaceful Chath certainly did not agree. A bright, purple mass of light abruptly gathered in the sky. Having to squint, Chath raised an arm to block the light, trying to find the root of the purple vortex. The gathering slowed as the purple mass raced towards the ground in its petrifying light. By hitting the ground it sent out cracks through the road and cobblestone pathways. Shattering the lifeless lightbulbs of the lampposts into shards of threatening glass. The beam tugged at everything surrounding it. Having his footing yanked off the ground he clasped to the nearest rooted object. Chath's knuckles turned white in the effort of holding onto the lamppost as it rasped. The force of the anomaly hoisted the lamp out of the ground, engulfing it and Chath into the swirling rapids of blinding light. A shrill scream rang out, shaking from Chath's lungs, making an effort to obtain his bearings of the twisting whirlwind that enclosed around him. A metal post that had snapped off from a rangy structure spun around, smacking Chath in the back of his head black blotches arising across his vision soon claiming his whole sight. The world simply slipping away as the darkness washed over him taking the unbearable light away.