He claps the rocks with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands;
Ringed with the azure world he stands;
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches you from his mountain walls
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (the Eagle)
Prologue-
A wounded man was limping through a crumbling warehouse on the wall there are words but they are blurry. The man is limping through a corridor
and fire is seen. At the end of the corridor a thick smoke is swirling. He gets out into the crater as the smoke starts to spin. Turning around in the smoke the mans body changes into a horrible beast and roars into the smoke as lighting flashes out of hands. The smoke begins cover scene
and a figure with wings dark as night is rushing the monster...
This is only the prologue. Ill post more if people like it. (btw the prologue is in the future of the story)