Board Thread:The Company/@comment-24866242-20140705011408/@comment-24866242-20140706232845

Epilogue:

On a distant world the calm night air over a tiny village was shattered by a sound no one there had ever heard before. The night guards rushed from their posts and looked up, trying to find the source of the disturbance.

Their world had no large airborne predators and the thought of danger from the sky had never occurred to them before now. They held their spears at the ready until one of them pointed. One of the stars was moving and flickering, and it was coming towards them!

The greatest warrior among the tribe’s night guards gestured, and one of his men ran to the village elder’s hut. It wasn’t long before he emerged, bleary eyed. Before much longer half the village was there, gaping at the object that hovered above them.

It began to descend into the center of their ring of huts and the frightened natives pushed back between the dwellings, confused and terrified. A few of them fled, but the great warrior strode forward as the strange floating hut landed upon their ceremonial grounds.

The face of the object split suddenly and a light spilled out, as bright as the sun. The warrior shielded his eyes, frantically trying to save his night vision, but it was too late. He blinked in the light and took another step forward, his eyes finally adjusting to the change.

He realized now that the light wasn’t as bright as he had first guessed, but he couldn’t feel any heat from the bonfire that must be burning inside. He took another step, finally touching the skin of the thing. He jerked his hand away after just a touch, expecting heat, but still nothing. He let his hand rest there before exploring the opening further.

He stepped inside.

“Greetings, friend.”

The warrior didn’t understand. His people had no spoken language. He looked around for the source of the sounds and finally found a tall, thin man sitting on a strangely shaped chief’s stool. Chairs were reserved for elders so he knew this must be a man of power. He dropped to one knee as the man stood and approached.

“You have been granted a gift, my friend. You will join us. We are the Wiveni, and we will be many.”