Chapter Three
Through some miracle, he survived and washed up on a strange beach. His armor and his sword had been stolen or had fallen off in the water, so he had nothing. God. All my friends, dead. My girlfriend, dead. My LIFE, DEAD! He was starting to panic when he saw the other survivor. He was just walking along a path that Robbie hadn't seen when he woke up. He looked…not…human? Maybe like a rainbow... Robbie thought. The mysterious survivor rode over to Robbie. "Well, it looks like we got another one. I'm called TheRain around here. What's your handle?"
"A, Robbie and B, who the heck says 'handle' anymore?"
TheRain let out an exasperated sigh.
"Listen, uh…Robbie? I'm here to help, okay? Trust me." TheRain drew his sword. Robbie was about to punch him and run, when the rainbow did something strange. He put his sword flat across his chest.
"Hey, I'm going to call you Rai, okay? What does that mean? Why did you put your sword on your chest?"
"It means that I don't want to hurt you. Now let's go!"