The Race
It has been one year since the Nega Moon attacked. The beautiful city of Crystal Tokyo, under the rule of King Endymion and Neo Queen Serenity, stood out in the beautiful weather marvelously…marvelously until now.
At City Entrance Gate #1, two guards work at their posts, busily letting people in and out of the city. Garic is the main guard at the gate with his partner, Norman. Garic has work the entry gates for the past ten years. Norman has only worked at the entry gates for six months. As a new employee, he noticed something about the incoming traffic.
"Hey Garic! It's strangely busy today!" Norman yelled from behind his back.
"I know, I've never seen it like this before. There are more people coming into the city than out, I wonder why?" Garic returned.
Little did they know, that three miles away, a strange storm was moving rapidly towards the beautiful city. Garic in his late thirties, looked up at the sky. His fiery red hair turned white. Norman in his early twenties, looked over at Garic in surprise.
"What's wrong?" Norman asked.
There was no answer. Garic stood stiff looking outward from the city.
"Garic?" Norman asked again and turned to look at the scenery before them and realized what was happening.
It has been one year since the Nega Moon attacked. The beautiful city of Crystal Tokyo, under the rule of King Endymion and Neo Queen Serenity, stood out in the beautiful weather marvelously…marvelously until now.
At City Entrance Gate #1, two guards work at their posts, busily letting people in and out of the city. Garic is the main guard at the gate with his partner, Norman. Garic has work the entry gates for the past ten years. Norman has only worked at the entry gates for six months. As a new employee, he noticed something about the incoming traffic.
"Hey Garic! It's strangely busy today!" Norman yelled from behind his back.
"I know, I've never seen it like this before. There are more people coming into the city than out, I wonder why?" Garic returned.
Little did they know, that three miles away, a strange storm was moving rapidly towards the beautiful city. Garic in his late thirties, looked up at the sky. His fiery red hair turned white. Norman in his early twenties, looked over at Garic in surprise.
"What's wrong?" Norman asked.
There was no answer. Garic stood stiff looking outward from the city.
"Garic?" Norman asked again and turned to look at the scenery before them and realized what was happening.