A young man stood on top of the clock tower in No Man's Landing. The wind whipped his white trench coat to one side and played with the few strands of dark hair that peeked out from under his red beret. The last rays of the dying sun glinted off his goggles. The rest of his face as hidden under a red mask. In his fist was the white handle of a hammer, but it was no ordinary hammer. From within the gray hammer head, a blue sphere glowed with it's own light. The young man's other fist was clenched in determination. The light bounced off the metal knuckles of the gauntlets that covered both hands. A single tear slipped from under the young man's goggles and shone like a star in the light of the sunset. Still, he set his steady gaze across the sea. Very soon, he would be far from the place he had known and loved, even if it was only for a short time. His Lord had called him elsewhere, and he must obey.
@Emman_Jumpsong1, fare thee well.