Prologue
Prologue (part one)
Light breaks over the dry landscape of mountainous crevasses and valleys all the way to the horizon. A man stand looking out towards the light, slowly turning his back to the warm sunshine, only to be drawn back out to the sun as an object falls from the sky, out of control, landing amidst the dusty rocks.
1400AD
Within the crevasses lies a small village of stone buildings that cling to the rocks. They are a shield to an amass of tunnels, deep within them sits an old wise man, surrounded by young warriors and old women, performing a ritual around a campfire.
Outside the man on the mountain beckons to his friends to follow him, they walk across the mountains, the sun still low in the sky, making their way to the object they saw fall, which billows smoke to guide their way.
The old wise man's ritual heightens as smoke begins to swirl and dance around the small, rotund room, gesturing to the men within it.
The man on the mountain has the object in sight. It is black and grey, triangular in shape, covered in strange symbols he cannot recognise. He walks up to the object, puts his hand against it, the metal burns cold and bleeds black blood. Suddenly, music begins to emanate from the fibre of the object. It is Bach's Brandenberg Concertos, accompanied by a greeting from the planet earth….
The old wise man wakes from his trance with a start and a look of horror on his face. The man on the mountain backs away from the object in fear as it begins to beam with a bright light that makes the men hold their arms over their faces, but it will not stop the burning as the bright light shines for mules throughout the crevasses and valleys, destroying it all in an instant.