"Baldemar! Hurry up!" The younger monk called to his older brother. He continued to dash his way between vines, determined to get there as quickly as possible and, he preferred, before anyone else. He kept looking back to make sure he hadn't lost his company, but he refused to let them slow him down."Mannix! Wait up!" Baldemar yelled after him. "What do you think you're going to find anyway? Destroyed trees? More Space junk?" Despite his protests, the larger brother struggled to try to keep up with the pace that was set by the younger more agile monk. "Maybe a dead bird? You know how they get curious about bright lights like you..."
Mannix stopped and waited for a minute for his brother and friends to catch up to him. "Baldemar... I felt it land! You know what this could mean!" He waited for the group to enter the small clearing while he waited. "This could be important! Varth said I had a good sense about things."
"Yeah... we all remember what he said.... and you've been having senses about things ever since. We need to have Varth say that you'll be a great harvester, then maybe we'd get some real work out of you again."
Mannix shook his head at the group before taking off towards the smoke again. He knew he was right this time, even if he'd been over anxious before. Their jealousy had been pretty obvious over the past 3 revolutions since Varth had complimented his senses. Then again, his brother's friends had always poked fun at him before that as well.
It doesn't matter though, he thought to himself. Varth was a very wise visionary who understood the prophesies better than even the town elders. Nobody really knew what had brought Varth to them, but he'd been a blessing... and he'd picked Mannix out of the crowd himself. Even if his family was tired of him by now, he knew he was going to be important.
He was getting closer to the smoke now, and he slowed down to allow the rest of the villagers to catch up to him again. The smoke was pillowing straight upwards above the tree line, making it fairly easy to head in the right direction.
Within minutes, they were walking as a group into the newly created fiery oasis in the normally dense jungle. The heat was rolling back to them through the thick leaves, forcing them to cover their faces as they adjusted. For a moment, Mannix was almost scared to move his hands to see if he'd been wrong yet again. From his side, he heard one of Baldemar's friends cry out. "OH! A ship!"
Mannix lowered his arms and gazed at the wreckage. He couldn't help but recite the part of the prophecy that had been bouncing in his head since he saw the flash in the sky. "From the Stars at morning light".
He heard Baldemar behind him. "Nobody could have survived that..."
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