Name: Chris Pinasco
Weapon:Garnet Fire Sword
Location: Staten Island, NY
Time: 12:00 AM December 22nd, 2012

"12:00," Chris thought as he looked at the clock again, "Isn't something supposed to be happening right about now?" He laid down on his bed and closed his eyes.

"What was that? It must have been church bells or something." Chris thought as he heard a chime in the distance.

"Is it getting cold in here? Maybe i should have turned the heat up."

"Wait, whats that sound? I guess the neighbors dogs are going crazy again. And how long are those bells going to continue?"

"Wait... Is the ground shaking? No, i'm just tired, I need to get some sleep."

"No, the ground really is shaking!" Chris jumped up, looking around.

"What are those lights?" Chris thought as he looked over at his window. He stood up and ran to it.

"What is going on? And what is that chime i keep hearing?" Chris thought, slightly nervous, as he looked at the fissures opening in the ground. Chris noticed a large red pattern begin to form in the sky above him. Red light began to flow down from the skies onto him. He jumped out of the way as he saw cracks begin to spread through the air towards him. All of the pictures hanging on the walls began to fall from the shaking.

Everything began to glow white.

Everything but a small red spark in the distance...

And then Chris passed out.