The sun’s rays rise from behind the broken structures. The beams shine and settle on a distant figure by a shattered pavilion. The grass blows in the breeze in harmony as waves rise and fall in unison. Nearby, a bird sings merrily. A fox crouches under a tree prepared to ambush an unwary squirrel. Everything is quiet. The silence looms.

                A lone warrior stands in the fallen ruins, one foot on the ground. The other planted on an elevated slab of stone. His hair flies in the wind as he observes the torn scene. He sighs in despair as he fingers a small medallion hanging from his neck with the words “Forever Lost” engraved on it accompanied with a strange design…

Note: Sorry for the brevity. I don’t know if I should write more.