Under the cover of this silent night, a star fell from the heavens and came down here unto earth.

  A screaming ball of blazing rage whistled through the air, leaving its trail of ash and smoke to dissipate in the atmosphere.

  It would soon crash land in a forest, kicking up the ground as it skidded along the surface, upending trees in its path, the sound of destruction could be heard from all across the forest, but would eventually come to a halt.

  Now in silence, the flames would spread into the surrounding foliage, but would not grow much further than a small fire.

  at the head of the trail of destruction, was the smoking body of the so called *star*. A man with hair, dark as the midnight skies above.

  There in the crater he would lay for some time. Only when did the fires around die down, did they begin to shift. A groan would escape him, and with shaky muscles, forced himself to stand.

  When the man got to his feet, they would buckle under weight. To him, the lower body he had, or in fact, his whole body, did not feel like his own. He would have no choice but to relearn all his skills from scratch.

  This understanding served to irked the man, whom would let out a curses and jabs under his breath, their target being no one in particular. He would blame God, but the man does enjoy living.

  looking around, still on the ground, the man found the forest around him to be very dark, only barely illuminated by the fires around and the shine of the moon and stars. Normally in these conditions he would have been scared, shaking in fear of whatever fantastical monsters in the dark his brain would conjure, but that emotion was unavailable at the moment.

  Instead what replaced the emotion, was the curious urge to enter the darkness. Explore what lies beyond the inky black, but rationality overcame that feeling. So here the man would stay until first light.

  The man decided to appreciate his time here, and maybe instead they should inspect his body a bit more, because in their time as a comet in space, he wasn't able to get a good feel of himself.

  "Where is that voice coming from?" Looking around, the man would not find the source of the narration he spoke of. "HOLY SHIT SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

  Yelling out into the night, this man would ball his hand into a fist, raising it as to indicate he was more than ready to get violent. "WOULDN'T YOU ALSO GET VIOLENT WHEN YOU CONSTANTLY HEAR A VOICE NARRATING WHAT YOU WERE DOING!"

  Silence, would befall upon the area, letting him stew in his own anger. "Of course NOW, you decide to shut up. Dick." Grumbling, the man would bring a palm to the back of his neck. "Sigh, there you are. Well could you at least refer to me by my new name?"

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  "Its Flammemoria, i think you were there back in space narrating as well, so there's no need for you to pretend as if you don't at least know what my name is." ... Flammemoria would speak to no one in particular, only to himself and whatever creature around who happened to hear it.

  "Fuck, was schizophrenia one of the mental illness God gave me?" Perhaps it was, Flammemoria believed. He questioned how being a schizophrenic would be beneficial to the goal given to him, he would complain directly, but again, Flammemoria would like to live just a bit longer.

  Taking in short breaths, Flammemoria would decide to himself that he would start off his journey with looking for the appropriate materials to create clothes for himself, as with how it is right now, the cold winds would be whispering to his balls for the rest of the night.

  "Do you REALLY have to say balls? Can't you say something more appropriate?" His words would fall upon no one's ears, leaving them to hang in the air unanswered.

  Irritated, Flammemoria would venture into the dark woods, unafraid for what may stalk the shadows between the trees, uncharacteristic to how his fading memories.

  Taking a glimpse into his foggy memory, Flammemoria would remember an activity he did with friends, one where he went on ziplines. He would recall the moment he looked over the edge of the cliff before scurrying all the way back to the car, even under the pressure of his friends begging for him to join, Flammemoria had been resolute on staying far away from the cliff.

  "Why that memory? It doesn't even relate to my situation right now." He looked around with an arm outstretch to prove a point.

  Sighing, Flammemoria decided it was not worth the effort to argue with a disembodied voice inside his head.

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  His continued his path within the woods at a leisurely pace, occasionally glancing to what strange sounds he would hear.

  Along the way, Flammemoria would also investigate the abilities given to him. Most interestingly was the enhancement of his body's physical capabilities, seeing as how even in this low light, Flammemoria could see the eyes of what stalks him.

  Heart racing, Flammemoria turned to the eyes, stopping just a few meters from the glowing yellow orbs.

  "Thanks for the heads-up narrator." He said to no one, eyes locking with the animal.

  Weirdly, despite the darkness, his eyes could see everything almost clearly. Flammemoria saw how the giant wolf would wander out of the foliage. Its fangs bared at him and eyes filled with hunger. It's claws dug into the soil all the while considering whether or not to attack, gauging if Flammemoria is worth the risk.

  What's more strange, was that He felt no fear when facing the beast Infront of him. Even as it took a step forward towards him, Flammemoria felt no need to back away.

  Only a growing desire to test out his abilities, and the thirst to spill blood. But that did not matter to him at the moment, for only one thing was clear.

  He REALLY wanted to fight.

  So with the brilliant stars serving witness, Flammemoria would charge head first towards the wolf. The beast couldn't react in time, as the rocketing figure of Flammemoria would crash into the wolf.

  The world around him seemed to have slowed down, slow enough to see the wolf's pupils dilate in slow motion.

  In this state, Flammemoria curled his hand tightly, and with dreadfully manic glee would bring it down on the wolf. He would watch as his fist rip apart the wolf's flesh, staring with wide eyes as it's skull caved and brain matter turn to mush.

  It was... Gruesome to say the least.

  "Thanks for the image voice..." Flammemoria flicked away whatever blood and guts remained on his hand. "Didn't really need you to narrate but okay."

  Looking down towards the wolf's body, analyzing it more clearly. He found that the wolf was bulkier than normal wolves from earth, with thicker hides to compliment it.

  Flammemoria deduced that this may be this planet's own species of wolf, or maybe an outlier of it's species.

  The theory was to be tested now however, as during the time Flammemoria was lost in thought, more of the same wolf surrounded him, all bearing the same size and menace as the one below him.

  A smile crept up to his lips while the wolves growled in fury. "Woah... Didn't know animals could prepare such a warm welcome..."

  His own words bothered him. He was never like this. Never prideful. Never confident. Never so self-assured. But it did not bother him much longer as Flammemoria would push aside the thought.

  He would enjoy this opportunity to 'test things out'.

  Cackling maniacally, Flammemoria, exploded into motion, becoming a human blur. The wolves found themselves no match for him.

  In seconds, the wolves were skewered and crushed. Their tough skin sliced apart like knife against paper, and their bones crumbled and collapsed like cracker biscuits.

  Organs and sinew flew everywhere, caking the forest around in gore, and in less than 5 minutes, the pack of 10 or so wolves were reduced to only one, who found itself limping away with a broken leg.

  It hopped away as fast as it could, with Flammemoria closely following behind, walking at a pace just a tad bit faster than it. Blood that coated him from head to toe would drip unto the forest ground, leaving a crimson trail behind.

  The animal panted and seemed almost as if it was about to faint, yet it pushed on in the desperate need to survive, but it would not live to see tomorrow.

  A hand latched unto the head of the poor canine, and with a whimper, it was gently pushed pushed unto the ground, Flammemoria having no readable expression on his face.

  It irked him. He was not used to feeling this way, and it would take adjustment to come to terms with his new desires and keep them in check.

  He will not allow his urges to drive the decisions he would make. Even if the urges seem to have been catered to fit with the role he is supposed to play.

  "You just had to remind me disembodied voice in my head." Flammemoria said in a frustrated voice, using the fresh blood on his free hand to slick his hair back.

  His eyes roamed back to the wolf, and found that he had squished its skull like a watermelon. "Ew... I just wanted to bury it in the dirt..."

  Standing up, his gaze remained fixed on the corpse below him. At the back of his mid there whispered a voice that urged for him to look for more, to continue his slaughter.

  It felt like a hammer to the back of his skull, a desire that just can't be ignored, only satiated for a while, and in his honest opinion, it's been satiated for the rest of the week.

  So with some effort, Flammemoria was able to silence the urge, and began to think of his next plan of action.

  Bringing a hand to his chin, Flammemoria thought of what he needed at the moment Food, water, and shelter. The basic necessities to survive out here.

  "Think I could find a city of some sort voice, or could there be no civilization at all?" The meaning behind his question may just contradict his mission. If there would be no society on the world he found himself in, then there would be no purpose for him to destroy it.

  "Yeah you're right." Flammemoria nodded, eyes closed and hand still on chin. "Stupid question."

  Flammemoria looked around himself, and found only the tall the trees, and as if an epiphany graced him, jumped high up unto the tallest tree he could find.

  He landed on its branch, while accidentally knocking over bird's nest. Speaking a silent apology, before looking out into the horizon, and from his vantage point, there he saw a village, or perhaps a town. "Couldn't be a town honestly, too small, it could just be a village."

  With a kick in his step, Flammemoria set his sights on the piece of civilization over in the distance, excited as he was, Flammemoria leaped off the branch, and with eerie precision that he did not use to possess but have to have, he landed on another branch before bounding off it to another.

  His cackling voice echoed across the sea of trees, and even with the shadows of night cloaking his figure, with only the barest of moonlight forming his silhouette, Flammemoria's crimson red eyes shined in the darkness.

  And in them, all to be found within, was promised carnage.

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  Beyond the forest, lay a quiet Hamlet, a small community of closely tied families and neighbors. Among the few houses was one that somehow stood out. While it was built almost exactly as the rest, with the same make of stone, and wood. It's atmosphere felt a little warmer.

  Inside this oddity of a homestead, a woman of blonde hair walked about in search of something, or someone.

  "Abbey!" Her sweet melodic voice called, carrying with it a hint of worry, despite it's pleasant tone. "Where are you?"

  Hurried steps on wooden floors came, and from behind her was a little girl, who would jump up at her latching to the woman's back.

  "bah!" The child yelled in conjunction with her fits of laughter. "Did I surprise you mama?"

  Abbey, this girl was called, beamed with no small amounts of joy. Her mother, calmed and let out a sigh of relief.

  "Where were you silly child?" She asked Abbey while taking them into her arms, cradling them in her comfort.

  "I was out looking at the stars!" Abbey replied with no hesitation, fascination and wonder in her eyes. "I even saw one that flew across!"

  Abbey raised her arms above her and made a widening gesture with them, face dead serious as she did this. Her mother found her to be just the hopeless little thing, with how easily she could be distracted.

  "That, my little starlight, is a shooting star." The woman spoke gently to her, carrying the tired child to her room. "I should know, because I am a scholar of sorts, and I used to study about stars."

  "Do scholars study about the stars?" She asked, voice tired, eyes heavy.

  "Well, of course... " Laying Abbey down unto her cozy cot, before she herself sat beside them. "Not only that, we also study about a lot of things."

  A yawn would escape the young girl, brown eyes watering from how the tired she feels. "Can you tell more mama?"

  "I'll tell you tomorrow." Abbey's mother would plant a kiss on her forehead, and like magic, sent the girl herself to sleep.

  "Sweet dreams my little starlight..."