Melchior burst through the canopy of leaves into the open of the town square. The moonlight shone brightly down atop every single surface. Along with that was the now bright glow that escaped nearly all the houses of the town.
'That was Den's voice!'
He kept Stormrage at a ready. There was no mistaking the little boy's voice after hearing it several times that day already. His gaze scanned the entire town, looking for the source.
Stein followed closely behind him, then pointed abruptly.
"There!"
He was pointing at the sky. There was a small blot falling rapidly. A grey blur disappeared into the distance at the same time.
As the small blot grew closer to the ground, it grew larger and larger till he could eventually identify the thing- or rather- the person falling down.
'Shit!.. Shit… shit… shit!'
