Black. Pure, dark, black. A single beam of light crossed the horizon, penetrating the absolute darkness, and was blocked by thick fog. This single beam slowly widens, widening its gaze across an open field. The mist hovered just above the long blades of grass, which had turned golden under the dry influence of autumn. A lone figure lay in the field, sound asleep. He was a younger man, barely twenty years old. His clothes were somewhat strange, anyway, by a normal person's standards. Yet they seemed to suit him. The green pants he wore were covered in strange patterns embroidered with silver thread. Some might at first glance have been mistaken for significant symbols, but the obvious haste with which they appeared to have been added suggested otherwise. It almost looked like several chickens had attacked the pants simultaneously, scratching and pecking furiously, and the embroidery was just a way of holding them together. His shirt was a rather strange color. It wasn't quite purple, but it wasn't red either. If indigo had an evil cousin that vomited the essence of anti-color, this unique color might have been somewhat close to the atrocity of this shirt. Of course, there was other chicken scratch embroidery as well, the silver of the thread accentuated by the gruesome backdrop given to it. One wonders why he didn't just throw these items away after they were so badly damaged, or why he would even purchase such an infringement in plain sight in the first place. But his jacket was a completely different story. It was a deep indigo of the finest caliber. It was so pure, rich and deep, unlike the rest of his set, that one wonders how he created such an object. There was also a shimmer. It almost shimmered in the early morning... middle of paper ...... and the thunder and creature waves as it writhed in agony, crashing to the ground. Analyze's fighting stance did not change as the several thousand pound bird fell in front of her. Uzziah's eyes were wide and the color had drained from his face. Analise slipped alongside the motionless creature, Ozias following her. “Is this…” he whispered. “Yes… A garuda. Distant cousin of the rock. » she replied, examining the garuda's brightly colored feathers. "That's not what I asked, but it's good to know." Is the damn thing dead? " " No. He's still breathing. » The only signs of life in the garuda were the movements of its chest. These are lively feathers slightly ruffled by the breeze. Ozias and Analise took a moment to examine him, trying to find any other signs of injury. It appears that Uzziah's lightning stunned the creature, causing it to lose consciousness for a few minutes...