The heart of a hero is a lonely one, hungering eternally for companionship. - Unknown

I.

The wisps of white held over the lands as they always had; ghosts of cold and substance-free air that needed little breeze to carry itself. Everything was so thick and yet so thin that the eerie mist could at once engulf or free up a living soul brave enough to trek across it's chilly no-man's-land.

A bright flash sparked far out in the thin sheet of white.

From seemingly nowhere, a four-limbed creature scrambled through the translucent wall.

It revealed a dune of dull silver sand as it trudged over it with purpose

As the mist started to clear up ahead, a meadow of moon-colored snow showed. The big grains were so fine, so hardened, that they gave the appearance of a desert floor. Though there was no desert to compete with this strange alien place. What was suddenly revealed to be a hand dark as a water-washed ship came into the halo of light. It did not pause nor deter from it's pathway.

The light sparked again from behind the hand.

In a perfectly even circle, more lights formed and emcompassed the moon meadow.

Then, as they drew closer, they one-by-one were shown to be blinking.

Noises filled the air as the lights were also accompanied by shadows.

These blinking forms in the blanket of mist started to appear in varying distances.

As these pieces made their way across the grainy ground, the hand had finally stopped at a particular snow dune. It cocked its index finger to the side and then started wiggling its metal tips atop the crest of the hill to reveal... a crest. It was metal. It was blinking. It was opening.

The hand brushed away oddly powdery snow, it was as though it had just been newly formed.

With this discovery it began digging, fast, hard, uncovering.

A bright signal sprouted out from a metal hill beneath the smooth snow sands.

Eagerly, the hand pushed down the snow from around the hill, revealing it to be a head.

The head was calm, peaceful. If a smile could have been possible on such a face it was here.

Sensing that the other pieces were coming, the index finger viewed the horizon and started off in the other direction behind the head to seek out the remaining stray parts. Now, the head was all alone as the objects drew nearer. It was into consciousness the headless being was returning to.

To be continued...