A sky full of stars, gleaming and winking as if greeting the sleeping world, hovers over the massive field. Crickets crick in harmony with frogs from a nearby pond, and the wind gently caresses the grass in a motherly fashion. However it is not the silent scenery that catches the eyes of the stars, no- it is it the actions that appears in the field itself.
A young man, in an orange shirt and has golden blond hair, that was unconscious on the field suddenly startles himself awake, confused of where he is. His eyes are disoriented and a throbbing pain in the side of his head repeats harshly. He hears the sound of metals clashing and growling filling the void his eyes could not see. Soon after his eyes become clear and he sees a sight that shocks him out of his drowsiness. His left hand was replaced by a throbbing mass of flesh, with muscles protruding from his skin and seemingly tying his flesh with that of the beast in front of him. The beast is small, yet stares at the young man with a