Humans, So ignorant of the world that really exists around them, so unsure of their inferiority in the world, so willing to corrupt everything around them, yet unwilling to see what really is out there. Pathetic race of fools, and yet he couldn't help but to help them.
Xander walked amongst the streets of the over burdened city. His coat torn and ripped in places, showing his bronze skin on his back as he walked though the star filled night. Though they were there, you couldn't see them, the storm was slowly rolling in, and massive clouds covered the night sky. A break in the clouds for a second shown the moon, a single ray of hope for the night to pass hit the city, before the clouds smothered the light out again. His face was covered in the dark leather cloak's hood; even his eyes seemed to shadow themselves as he walked. It t wouldn't be long before the rain fell, and the trial would begin. Who was it for? He didn't know, he just knew that someone's life was going to change, starting with this storm. Someone was going to start a change in themselves, and have to battle for it as well. Someone, but who?
