[i]An unsettling calm of the elements set across the land of the Dojo. All temperatures steadily dropped to an exact cold of -3 degrees celsius, very cold for any normal being. The wind was unheard and no comfort felt. The stars were darkened slowly to a dim glow, all but a single star. The North Star stayed bright. A wave of green washed over the sky, and rippled into the shining star. The star grew brighter into a vile green glow, drowning out even the Moon. For exactly one hour, it stayed like this. It seemed to hold the very soul of each individual, keeping them locked in an infinitely flexible cage of motion. It was impossible to understand what was occurring, only without a long lost man, gone to time. Even his son does not remember. The last man, if you could ever call it that, is someone who you would never want to face. One who was too powerful for even all of the Dojo. His gaze stretched infinitely, to every dimension and plane, to every world and soul. A cage was set for the free birds, and it would not break without the key. No one would be free now, no one can escape from the gaze of [b]Newo[/b]. However, there was only one man who could stop him now. He was a key, but needed shaping. Refining. All for a single perfect lock of evil. Would this man come to save his worlds? Who knew? Who cared? So, with a strange imbalance heavy in all persons' souls, the Star stayed bright. The climate returned to normal, and the rest of the night sky came back to life. The wind howled once more, through the lighted and dark spaces, small and large, wide and thin.[/i] [spoiler]Closed to characters, open to feedback.[/spoiler]