An extremely short Prolog for the story
Prolog
"What the bloody hell happened last night", getting up from what he could only assume was the pavement. Rubbing his eyes, vision clearing as he did so, to see what looked like a set of apartment building sitting in front of him.
"Well, this seems less then right." Using the ground as support to get up, "How the fuck did I end up the apartment district. There isn't even a bar around h..." He paused, his speech slowing and then stopping and he noticed what looked like a castle protruding from the tops of the buildings, seeming to a few miles away.
"Now that...that is not my normal skyline. Where in the hell am I?" Martyn said, a light going off in the back of his head "That looks like Beacon. But it can't be beacon, beacon doesn't exist outside of an Ihop napkin." He said, suddenly getting swept up in nausea "What…the…" Martyn's vision beginning to blur as felt under his nose.
"Why…am I…bleeding?" He said, falling on to a few rose petals, and the street. As he blacked out, he saw what looked like a red streak flying towards the horizon.