November 1st, 2016

The man awoke from his slumber.

The man was confused and he could not recall how it was that he arrived at that spot.  He opened his eyes and his head was throbbing.  His memory seemed foggy.

He looked up to his left and he saw a large tower plunging upwards into the clouds.  The outsides walls were a cream color.  It moved up and up and up into the clouds and he could not see the top.

He could not feel his right arm.  He turned and stared.  He was stunned.   His right arm was mechanical!  He lifted his flesh-elbow to examine the mechanical forearm and hand.  They were robotic indeed and lacked feeling.  He could see the movement but it could not be felt.

The man wondered “How did I get here? And what happened to my arm?”

A large voice boomed out of the sky.   “You have been cast down!”    “This tower olds the secrets you desire.   Upon reaching the top you will have your questions answered.”   The voice was masculine and powerful.

“Who are you?”  The man asked.

“Andromis.  I am the ruler of this land.”  The voice boomed out.

“I don’t know who you are.” The man said.

“You once did!   But you have been cast down!”

“Has my memory been altered?”  The man asked.

“It has indeed.  But I have the answers you seek.  Once your mission is complete you may return to the pinnacle of this tower and take back the knowledge you once had.”  Andromis boomed from above.

“I don’t understand.  What mission?”  Asked the man.

Andromis did not respond.   But a beam of light came down from the sky and landed on grass near the man.   There was a parchment caught in the light.

His legs still worked.  And his left arm still worked.  It appeared that only his right arm had been altered into a machine arm.   The man moved towards the light.    He grabbed the parchment and read.

The top of the tower is what you seek.  But now you are a man of the meek.   A key is what you shall gather.    The 4 pieces you shall search for.   They are scattered.   Be weary of those you meet along the way.   Some will suppress and some shall thrive.   Each piece of the key has my Alpha.    Good luck on your journey.

Upon reading the parchment and disintegrated into dust.

“4 pieces?”

The man turned towards the open horizon and walked.  He began his walk in search of the 4 pieces.

(End of Entry, DJ ROBO BISCUIT)

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