Jert was strolling down Mahirna's streets. It was late
already and tonight was the "night of mid-summer feast". He
was excited to go out with Naylen, whom he had been courting
for the past year or so. As he passed by the docks, he
paused for a moment to look at the many boats lined up along
the shore. It was not often that Mahirna's docks lay stll
and motionless. The fish business was great as always, and
usually the docks were busy day and night. Tonight the fish
brokers have folded thier stands, and the fisherman have no
doubt hurried on to thier homes on the Layside Hill. Jert
continued on his path, turning at the Hal Square, following
along the rugged shorline path towards the farmlands. He had
been walking silently for a few moments when a flash in the
sky caught his eyes. He looked up and saw, what looked to
him like a silver-grey shinning object far above in the
night sky.
"Like a star... and yet, it isn't one" he thought.
Jert hurried on home, running. He was a few hundred meters
from the wooden walls nearing the farmlands, when the earth
shook, and he fell unconcious...