Two centuries walk along an abandoned rail road in the ruins. Both are

wearing multiple layers of shaggy worn down clothes. Negameth The man the left wears sunglasses with one eye piece missing and walks with a crutch. Dunkst, the one on the right has tin foil wrapped around his black beanie. both are sporting whistles and various shiny objects.

The men are speaking in Runvc, a language who's origin is unknown but sounds like a mix of germanic and latin speech.

Dunkst: ...All i'm saying is the Bestiocrats will not be pleased

Negameth: Are we supposed to sit back and watch the Blind men make a mockery of Yevvna, personally wont stand for it.

Dunkst: Brother, I feel your pain. This vandalism eats away at my soul too. But We must fallow the Runvc code, Violence puts the order at risk.

Negameth: I'm tired of wearing these disguises, Living in secrecy, and being plagued by the

Blind man. They should bow down and worship us...If only they knew...

Dunkst: you walk a dangerous path negameth, What if the Blind men discover the Ravine? What if they wake the grea...

Dunkst looks up in alarm. He hears foliage rustling in the distance.

Dunkst: Wait... What was that?

Both centuries look at each other and synchronically blow their whistles. two hundred yards down, two more whistles are sounded then four hundred then six hundred and so on until Dunkst's alarm reaches the center of the village.

Three days earlier...

Simonic Lays on his roof admiring The brightest star in his view, slowly creep across the night sky. The star flashes red and he realizes he's only looking at a 747 passenger jet. Nothing to get excited about. He listens to his mother and her boy friend conversing in the below him.

Luciel Zindello: Why dont you take some time and try to get to know him?

Hank: That boy's queer as a football bat, we aint' got nothin to talk about.

Luciel: He's my son you asshole!

Hank: c'mon Lucy im tryina watch 'Walker.'

Luciel: ugh...

Simonic tried to run his fingers through his hair but was impeded by the tangley jet black mop. His mother always said "Simonic your hair's got more knots than a cub scout camping trip." He didn't care about his hair. He wasn't dirty, he just felt that anyone who cared enough about his haircut, wasn't worth his time anyways.

The Rock Throwers

"The Ruins," was a 12 acre abandoned water works plant, enveloped in a mostly Impenatrable fortress of vines. A massive cult of homeless people lived among this primeval setting. They called them selves, "Runvc Iactum," which most closely translates to "The Rock throwers."

The inhabitants of the "Ruins" were shrouded in mystery and urban legend. The Rock throwers were most likely a band addicts to meth or some other drug, but some people believed them to be an ancient culture forgotten by modern society. Never the less to Simonic and the rest of the town the origin of the "rock throwers" remained a secret.

Many a poor soul was said to have entered "The Ruins" and never come back. The outskirts of the area were relatively safe, kids from town often visited the "Ruins" to smoke marijuana, drink alcohol and enjoy dangerous atmosphere. At night the Rock throwers set up lavish shrines of shiny mostly worthless trinkets and anything that glittered or caught the eye. The "Rock Throwers," were a peaceful people so long as their territory was respected. If anyone so much as looked scornfully at their mounds of "trophies" they would be viciously attacked.

The kids from the town made a sport out of stealing these ornaments and evading assault from the increasingly hostile "Rock throwers."

To be continued...