Chapter 1
Sunlight started to illuminate the cliff that overlooked the vast ocean. A small cave could be seen burrowed inside the high wall. There was no way down from there except for flying or climbing two hundred and fifty feet up to the plateau.
This was the way he liked it though. No one would dare climb down the wall and find him, even if they did know he was there. Falling into the water would not affect him, but there was a chance he would hit the jagged rocks below and surely be destroyed. The way up, on the other hand, would be easy for him to accomplish. He had done so very many times before.
As the light crept across the floor of the cave, he slept peacefully on a mat. The ray's fingers crept slowly towards his face. They pulled his eyes open and he blinked a few times. He sat up and yawned, staring out at the water and the sun rising above it. He stood up to stretch him joints and rub his eyes.
He looked over to his left at the floor. There laid a pair of red metal boots, two red gauntlets, and a helmet with a black visor coming down from it. The rest of his armor was in different areas on the floor. He was wearing not much more than a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. His socks and shoes were together next to the mat. He kept a pair of sunglasses on to keep his eyes covered whether it be night or day, and he did this though no one would see him where he was.
He removed his shirt and shorts to put his gray chest armor and gray pants on. A red belt below his chest armor held them together. As he started to put his helmet on, he snatched off his glasses and slid the visor over his eyes so fast that no one would have seen them. He put his boots on after that, and they tightened up around his knee so they wouldn't come loose and fall off. His gauntlets slid on easily almost like gloves.
He started to leave the cave when he suddenly remembered something. He walked back to his mat, but couldn't find what he was looking for. He searched for another moment before thinking to lift up the mat. Under it, was a heap of yellow. He grabbed it up and wrapped it around his neck. Now that he had his yellow scarf, he was ready for the day. His thoughts hung on the worry that this day would be a long one.