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When you come upon the scene, it is a weak and dying Herald that you find, unable even to stand. A few scattered feathers on the ground are the only remnants of the wings it once possessed. It has come to this place to die...or be saved? That, of course, is up to you.
You are alone when you find the angel. The Heralds have long gone unsaved, and though it appears to you, it does not hold much hope of living on. Near to where the two of you meet rests a grey stone slab that the angel seems desperate to reach. With your help, the Herald climbs upon it, needing something from you to save its life. What will you choose to give it? And what significance does that item hold for you? Is it a family heirloom? Something you happened to have on hand? Something you'd purchased earlier that day? A lucky charm?
You are alone when you find the angel. The Heralds have long gone unsaved, and though it appears to you, it does not hold much hope of living on. Near to where the two of you meet rests a grey stone slab that the angel seems desperate to reach. With your help, the Herald climbs upon it, needing something from you to save its life. What will you choose to give it? And what significance does that item hold for you? Is it a family heirloom? Something you happened to have on hand? Something you'd purchased earlier that day? A lucky charm?
The sounds of a brewing storm grumbled in the thick, warm air that clung to the lands like a blanket, stifling even the birds who had ceased to sing at the first roll of thunder. Bane had left only five or so minutes ago to head to a LAN party at one of his friends houses, a weekend they had intended to spend, all five of them, playing group matches and the like against each other on their PCs, probably getting drunk in between and just generally hanging out wasting time. It was for this reason that on the seat beside him, strapped in with the seatbelt as though it were some important passenger, was his own PC, pimped out by years of upgrading it's components and features, it was his absolute pride and joy.
Also, it was not something he wanted broken entirely by a lightning strike, this was pretty much the reason why, at the moment, he was growing more and more unsure whether it was even worth going, that storm didn't look about to let up anytime soon.
He frowned, trying to concentrate more on the road and not his thoughts, but found himself again distracted by something at the side of the road, in one of the fields. It looked like a person, and they looked hurt.
He pulled up to a halt, parking the car and stepping out into the rain, quickly running over to where the figure lay. When he got there, his intitial hunch was confirmed, the figure was indeed hurt, dying even, totally incapable of walking or standing. Nevertheless they seemed intent on reaching something nearby, pained blue eyes intent their target. Bane was struck dumb by the sight, totally at a loss at what to do, he didn't think he'd have time to call for help, or that he could do anything to help out himself. But something made him stop and pay attention to what the prone figure wanted, they strained to reach a nearby slab, and with little thought for anything else, he moved closer, carefully helping the figure to where they desired to be. Once there, it curled up, exhausted but not about to give up. Pointing to the car, it seemed to desire something. Bane had no idea what he had there that it could possibly want and ran over, looking in the door. There was nothing there except the obvious PC tower and as absurd as it seemed, he opted for what seemed to be the only thing he could think of, his mind flustered and panicked.
He picked up the rig and carried it over to the figure, asking "Is this what you want?" Oddly it nodded and with a sigh he placed it down on the slab. Maybe the pale figure had something to do with technology? Maybe it just wanted to see some colour before it passed? He had no idea. He just wished he could do more to help it. He didn't even care that his most prized possession was getting dirty, he only cared about the frail life that slowly faded before him. He closed his eyes, sighing deeply. When he opened them, the tower was completely gone. His PC, with all his files, all it's mods, it's priceyness. It was gone.
And for the first time in his life, Bane couldn't give a damn.
There were more important things to worry about.
