Dawn broke over the planet Plitzo, the three sunrises painted a beautiful light over planet’s desert surface of red sand, crystal clear waters, and snowy peaked mountains.

My name is Devon Tanning and this is my story.

I was born in the desert area in the plitzo, a city called Sandburg, located in the heart of Yad.

My father’s reign lasted for thirty years before he died of an unknown virus. No one knew how he could have been infected, just that he was fine the morning before. The last thing any would have wanted was to have been labeled a traitor because, he wouldn’t get a trial for assassinating the king in his palace. The only other conclusion could be that if whatever his diagnosis was, it was age related and we had to prepare for the inevitable.

The night of the funeral, everyone who attended, seemed as though they knew the cause of his death and was hiding it from me, _who was it?_

I woke up in the middle of the night because I had to take a leak but I soon begun to hear, metal footsteps scraping the ground, in a daze. The heavy metal, stampeding through the halls with its army, kept stomping their way through the hallways. It startled me when I came to my senses, a five foot seven inch, brown, twenty-four year man