the breeze was cool as the evening settled in. the silent small town was already fast asleep. a scream sliced through the silence. on the beach, a man lay dead. this dead man was no resident of the town. he was foreign and a stranger to the town. a dark figure appeared beside the body. the dead man's face was handsome, but drained of color. his skin, still soft, but cold. his brown eyes, wide open and stricken with fear. His chapped lips, slightly parted. this handsome dead stranger, whose clothes were soaked in his own blood, died only moments ago. the figure's clenched fist extended a distance above the dead stranger's lifeless gaze. as the hand relaxed, a small marble attached to a necklace chain fell and dangled above the handsome face. the figure mumbled something and a faint glow eminated from within the marble. The figure began to speak louder and faster. the words were unrecognizable, a forgotten language. the light from the marble spun and formed a tornado. the tornado of light slowly decended into the mouth of the handsome dead stranger. his chest rose as life was restored to him. he suddenly yelled in the same strange language as the figure. the stranger quickly rose, knocking the necklace from the figures hand. "what's going on over there?" yelled a man. the figure fled without making a sound or being seen. the man who yelled was a resident of the town and he was not alone. four others followed behind him as they ran towards the handsome stranger. the stranger grabbed one of the men and said with a panicked and desperate voice, "quickly, we must leave! now!" another one of the men pushed the stranger away from his companion. A different voice caught the attention of the five townsmen and the stranger. "you're not going nowhere. i found yer pilot."
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