A Story of a Boy, Episode 1

He walked with his head bowed low. Everywhere you looked people did the same; you could almost see the anxiety, the fear in the air. Sentinels prowled the city watching for any decent. Like a hungry Lion playing with its food. His family had always tried to keep a low profile. Everybody did. To be noticed in this place was to invite death… or worse, for everything you knew. But it seemed it was all for naught. Early that morning, a dozen sentinels had arrived at the boys homed and now him and his family were being marched through the street to the Central temple.

The Architecture of the city was still very human. Massive Buildings touched the sky, black smooth roads snaked through the city, parks, rivers, and tree’s was still in abundance. But it was slowly being eroded away and replaced by the buildings the others built, strange constructions with unknown purposes that obviously weren’t of this world. The Central Temple was one such building, a place that everybody in the city feared to even mention. For anybody who had been taken there had never returned to tell of it.

The twelve sentinels that guarded the boy and his family all looked the same. Dressed from head to toe in a strange black suit that showed nothing of the being underneath. All there heads were cloaked, in deep hoods that completely hid the face of the sentinels. All that could be seen was a dull red glow where eyes would be. They could have been human or the other ones in that suit. Nobody was really sure. On each forearm there were two Curved bladed claws, completely black. If anybody in the boy’s family was fool enough to try and run, those Claws would fire energy that could cut down any man in seconds. Be them soldier, man, women or child.

After almost an hour of being marched through the city under the piercing stares of there sentinel guards the Boy and his family arrive at the Central Temple. A monstrosity of a building that seemed to protrude from the very earth itself. It was all curves and sharp edges, like the person or thing that had designed it had loved bladed weapons. It rose far into the sky. High enough to make the largest Human buildings in the city look like Tents. Along the edges of the curved protrusions that jutted from the building all over was a dull glow that showed energy ran through. But strangely enough, there was no door or obvious entry. Like the building was made to never be entered. One of the Sentinel guards walked up to building, between two of the protruding blade like edges and held out his arms, so the bladed weapons on his forearms lightly contacted the buildings own. The boy gasped, in seconds the buildings very structure seemed to un-build before his very eyes. Where once there was a bare wall, now was a large entrance. The Sentinel who made the door open, turned around and faced the family. “Enter” he said in a voice as cold as his appearance. The Boys mother started to cry…