The sun shone brightly in the horizon as the Eclypsians gathered flowers for their offering.

They took a reddish blue matke and a neon green hebcious from The Divine Garden to place it on The Sun Altar.

A soft grayish-red colored the sky as they prepared for their ritual. The movements were slow and rehearsed as the people made sure to not misstep and displease their Lord.

The larger the flower they picked, the more respect they brought to their family and thus everyone tried to find the biggest bloom possible.

Clad in shades of beige, they gathered for a special occasion. For a long time they followed the signs of the wind and the trees but it wasn't always clear what they must do. They needed someone to lead, to be their Scepter.

Flowers were arranged in a circular pattern around the altar and they stood back, waiting.

A blinding light shone from the sky, directed at the tip of the altar. Everyone closed their eyes and prayed as the revelation finally dawned on them.

Murmurs filled the air as people wondered about the object at hand — a staff. And in the shadows, a name: Gregory Wilson.

The fifteen year boy walked to the front of the crowd and picked up the staff effortlessly. A thunder bolt struck the sky. It was a prophecy come true.