[Narrator's POV] Our story begins many eons ago, in the sector of space deemed 666, more specifically, on the planet Ryut.
Explosions and screams could be heard throughout the night. Fire was consuming buildings and people. Smoke was clouding the air so badly that it was like walking blind. The streets littered with corpses of the recent killed civilians. The atmospbere..It was next to impossible to breathe, but there was one survivor. the humanoid alien kept running. He thought that if he could make it out of the city, to the temple that was in the middle of the planets deepest forest, that he would be safe.
Finally coming out of the smoke he ran into the trees, pausing only to catch his breath and look behind him. The capital city was burnt almost to the ground with bodies lying all around. He could make out the force that did the atrocity. They were metallic humanoid men. They were impervious to the natives' primitive weapons. And the machines destroyed all in their way.
After catching his breath, the Ryutian turned back into the forest and ran. Perhaps if he could make it to the temple, he could make a plea to the gods to save whatever survivors were left on Ryut.
After twenty minutes of running through the dense forest he had made it to the temple. He had accumulated scratches and cuts and the start of a rash from the various plants that made up the sacred forest. As he walked into the temple, the Ryutian remembered his coming of age ceremony.
All Ryutians, upon leaving childhood, had to make their way through the forest with no provisions, to find the temple and make an offering to their gods.
The Ryutian stepped up to the altar, which was placed in front of the oldest tree on the planet. It was a tall and thick tree, with branches extending almost twelve feet from the trunk. Kneeling and closing his eyes, he prayed. Prayed for whatever higher power there was out there to stop the killing of his people, to stop the metal monstrosities and to destroy whoever created said abominations.
At that moment the temple shook violently. At first, the Ryutian thought that his prayers were being answered, that is until he heard an explosions before the temple shook again. He quickly looked behind him, out the open entrance to the temple. And what he saw horrified him. The sacred forest had been set on fire. No doubt in an effort to flush out anybody who may be hiding in the forest. As another explosion cast more flames upon the greenery, pieces of the temple started falling around the Ryutian.
The Ryutian had to jump and roll to avoid being crushed. In the middle of one roll, when he had glanced upward, he could see to the very top of the most sacred tree. There on top of it was something that glittered.
Getting to his feet, the Ryutian jumped onto the tree and began to climb, hoping against hope that whatever had sparkled was a weapon sent down from the gods. As he climbed further and further up, the Ryutian could see the faint orange glow in the distance of other cities burning.
Ryutian: This cannot be...
He saw more metallic men flying from city to city, searching for survivors. Luckily, they hadn't noticed him yet. Higher and higher he climbed. He had to get to the weapon before all was lost. As he reached the top, he took notice that the perimeter edge of the forest was alight and making its way to the center with many mechanical men walking calmly behind it.
The Ryutian made it to the very top and saw what had glittered. It was a large Grey lantern.
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