Ashes to ashes and dust to dust… That was all that made up the Seanan grasslands now. What was once lush and beautiful farms lands was now sand. Mounds and mounds of sand. There were abandoned homes/farms every so often but for the most part it was sand.
A tall dark haired man held what looked like a wooden rifle in his hands. He had it pointed, though it was hard to tell because he was about a mile away, at the temple of the King. He could see him in the window just looking across the expanse. Cole, the shooter, knew that if he didn't kill him now that there was no way that he would get another chance. This was the last gun he had and they had stopped growing months ago. He had it ready to go now all he had to do was fire.
It was at that moment that the King seemed to look right at him. Cole stumbled back but not because he had been frightened. Something strong was tugging on the back of his long brownish black coat. He looked back with his goggled eyes only to see what looked like a whirlpool on in the sand. He fired the rifle by accident, missing the King of course, before he felt himself pulled deep into the sand.
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Ryan had been living alone for about three years and considering that he was only eighteen that was a long time for anyone. He wasn't really alone however. He had his garden, which was really more a small forest. It hadn't always been like that. No, at one time it had only been a few rose bushes and an apple tree. But now there were bushes, flowers, trees. He couldn't even see his neighbor's houses anymore. But the alone thing hadn't been too much of a problem.
He liked the quiet of the house and being able to get all of his homework done without being interrupted. That all changed when he found a man in his garden. The man was tall, he had black hair that hung in his face and a pair of blue goggles on and a long brownish black jacket on. Ryan had never seen such clothes in his life, they were something out of a book. He debated what to do when the man woke.
The last thing that Cole had remembered was the king, who had light hair and a very soft effeminate face, looking at him. And now he was face to face with that same face. He pulled out his rifle and pointed it at the other as he laid there on the ground. He looked angry. "Conway…" He growled and realized that he no longer had an bullets left in his gun.
"Who? What?" He asked looking at him.
"You… You're Conway…" He said looking at the other as if he was an idiot. Ryan raised an elegant eyebrow and looked at the other as if he was crazy.
"No… My name is Ryan," he said flatly. "And you're in my garden…" He said. That was when Cole really looked around. He had been so used to living in that desert that he hadn't even bothered to look and see what was growing around him. He had never seen such beautiful flowers and plants in such a long time. He looked up at the other.
"Did you grow these?" He asked.
"Yes… I tend to them as well…" He was confused. The other had completely changed his tone with him. Instead of being accusing he was now truly curious. He had also tossed aside the gun thing. "How did you get here?"
