Awakening

[Alpha_The_Centurion]

(This is open for anyone to hop into, not my best work but it'll do!)

A small port village. A once peaceful place sitting on the shore of a small unnamed ocean. Waves lapped against the docks and beaches, sea-shells and other scattered objects being eaten by the waves and dragged out to the murky depths. The waters were calmer than normal, simple waves, a light rocking on the boats as they sad idle in the docks holding cradles. The wooden ships looked to be centuries old, but brand new, as if recently built.

Villagers went about their normal routine, another unsuspecting, normal day. Men and women traded their wares in the village market, fishers were fixing up their boats and counting their haul. Children played and ran around the villages, their squeals of joy drowned out against the symphony of other voices, and the natural instruments of another routine day. Things being sawed, animals yipping and yelling in their cages.

Though, sadly things like this did not last, every village meets its end, be it famine, war, or bandits. But this village's end was quite.... special. It began with a young boy, tugging at his mothers dress, he pointed up to the sky and said "Star." Off in the afternoon sky something broke the atmosphere above then, a resounding "BOOM" and a ring of air flying out across the sky.

The woman let out a scream of fear, grabbing her child and running through the market yelling "Up! Up in the sky!" Everyones gaze turned to see the flaming mass now hurtling straight for their precious little village, the eyes of the children grew wide and the screams of the villagers grew louder. Some went out to the docks and began to sail away on their boats, some went to their homes and hid, some simply ran; trying to put distance between them and the village before whatever that was hit.

In a matter of seconds the village was reduced to nothingness, the mass hit the ground and, mixed in with the resounding explosion was a certain energy, a psionic energy. Telekinetic force had kept whatever was hurtling down safe, absorbing the impact and cushioning its fall. As the smoke cleared, and the crater of what was once a peaceful little village was revealed once more, one might notice something. It was small, curled up in the center of a crater.

A naked young man, those who knew him would recognize him almost immediately. Those deep crimson eyes gazing in a dead manner, as if he was sleeping with his eyes open, his messy black hair coming down to hang over his face partly. He seemed to be locked in a state of shock, a small gap in his mouth indicated he was most likely mid-sentence when whatever the fuck happened... happened.

Though one thing was amiss about him, he would not be circulating with the mix of energies he normally sheltered, no, he would be bare. As if he was human, he would be void of the godly power he once held. Though the area around the crater still had the lingering pressure and feeling of the psionic energy that saved him during his descent.