Blazing alight in the summer night a shard descends from the sky guided by some hand of fate. As sure as the shard is falling so to are eyes upon it. Curious eyes seeking an explanation of the events of this as of yet, untold night. And so the shard falls as a burning beacon to the tent of a man amongst 3 other dwellings. All are awake and gaze in marvel as it burns through the tent to the screams of the man within.
A man erupts from the tent screaming and holding his hand over his now searing eye. All attention is now on the screaming man, and no longer on the smoking hole in the tent. Standing awestruck by the scene before them the 4 men gathered around the campfire are slow to act as their friend runs frantic. Finally one of them shakes off the trance and moves to help his friend.
"Graven what the hell is wrong!"
"My eye! My eye is burning. By the hells it burns! Water! I need water!"
The older man opens his canteen as he pulls his friend to the ground. Pooring the entire contents of the vessel onto Graven's smoking eye. The sizzle of the water evaporating is tangible as the heat from the shard cauterizes the wound where his eye once was. Slowly the smoke from the shard becomes steam and ultimately the water drips cool upon his face, and over the smooth metallic surface that has replaced his eye.
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