It Begins.

Near the summit of a mountain covered in green, the winds howl as they pass through a hollowed hall that cuts the whole lenthg of the of the base of the mountain's peak.

The wind was not the only sound, as water drips from cracks in the ceiling and walls of the hall and the water slowly trickles out of the hollow in small streams. Even the minute sound of plant roots cracking stone could be imagined as the green enters through both holes.

Between both openings of the hall is an indentation in the rock, the size of which could be comparable to a grotto for a statue, though in this case, there was a stone stand that had an ovate shell, the size of a person, with cracks running all over its surface. Across it was a mirrored indent in the stone which was of the same size but instead of a shell, a semi-circle shape was there and was coverd in curved rectangular tiles, some as wide as a dinner plate and some as small as a palm mirror, and scralls of script in between them.

"zhzhzhzhz" the sound of light snoring and deep but slow breaths came from a hole where the cracks converge over the shell.

A presence stirs within and the shell slowly breaks like a dried cocoon falling away, readying for what's inside to come out.

The hole gradually grew and to reveal a face which showed signs of awakening as small twitches signal the opening of its eyes. The skin of it was cracking and flakes peeled off and give way to the supple flesh around the pair of eyes.

A mismatched color were in its pupils that had their gaze fixed outwards. On its left was an obsidian lens with flecks of gold and the right had a silver lens with bronze fleck and both had a metallic radiance shinning through. Both eyes were set on a face with gentle features, that were neither masculine nor feminine.

Shifting its torso upward, a pair of hands move through the crumbling shell to grip fimly on the edges of the oval and the eyes continue gazing picking out details in the walls, on the floor and all around the ovate plain it was resting on as it saw etchings and odd shape in the gray stones. A gray layer of cloth clings to the form like a second skin and covers the nape of the neck and ends in a "v" shape just before the colar bones.

And as it moved it legs near the base of stone, the shell peeled away and as it set its foot unto the stone floor. The gray "skin" covering it down to its ankles and had lines running throughout it that gave off a sense of support while accenting the androgynous form.

Ridges and gooves run acroos the whole floor and walls and converge on the bed of the figure and a closer look into the lines reveals glints of gold running through them all. The lines themselves follow both an organic shape with a controlled growth and direction, like a gardener would help set vines to direct its growth to a desired form.

The figure stood up and turned to face the remains of the shell that was slowly turning to dust. Bumps could be seen comming out of the floor around the reclined stand where the shell once was. There were also "vines" moving towards the bumps clustering together and radiating outwards again. there were even some that were left clumped on the are where the shell was before that might have been covering its surface.

Symbols were all around the floor, on the bumps and the surface of the vacant seat and the figure wondered what the symbols were for as it, curiously, already knew what they were called "Runes" though the meanings to them escapes it.

The figure shrugged away such thoughts as its gaze rested on its self, just two arms and two legs, and a lean but muscular form could be seen from its veiw towards its abdomen. Again the figure showed little hints of masulinity or femeninity but gave out a sense of athleticism that balances speed, strength and flexibility.

Picking a direction at random, the figure made its way to one end of the hall. The darkness did not bother it and the light at the end the hall gave of a welcoming feel. Then it found the metallic shine from its eyes growing stronger with every step it took moving ever closer to the opening as a bright light was seemingly radiating from its gaze.

The brilliance rose to such a level that it even rivalled that of the sun and a pillar of light shot out from where it was standing as eight other pillars of light were "sprouting" all throughout the planert.

A strong and calm voice entered its thoughts "Welcome to your new home, progenitors"