Have to admit, this isn't my kind of fiction, so expect a lame attempt. STORY---- He expected to see Belock. The rain lizard hunted during these water soaked hours, knowing that its favorite prey hid in convenient places. The monster's extended tongue would whip around tender flesh before there was a chance for escape. But Arathon did not see Belock, or anything familiar to him. He saw suspended in the sky a ball of light. Cave dwellers had come from the security of their nests and stood outside. Soaked by the rain, the now silent group looked up into the sky at the solemn beauty that shimmered and hummed above them. Arathon felt a touch on his arm. "What is it?" whispered Mayata. As tall as he, as strong as he, she was uncharacteristically soft in her words, unusually awed as she looked up. She was known as one who feared nothing, but clearly she felt fear now. "What should we do?" He shook his head. This was not of his experience. He wanted to appear wise to her, but he was lost. He wanted to appear brave to her, but his fear was as great as hers. He felt her hand grasped his...not a tender touch but tight with her dread. Her touch made him tremble almost as much as the ball of light that held them both to stilled silence. And then, there was a gasp through the crowd as the light seemed to brighten and then dim as it lowered itself to the ground and unfolded itself before them. =======STORY Okay, Claymor. Your turn.