The Arrival
The wind whispered as the first snowflake fell. Sadly, it was the only snowflake in the sky and would be alone for many hours more. But the snowflake still fell, to the earth. A northern wind ushered it into a park located in New York. The snowflake dipped and dived to avoid touching bare tree branches, for if the snowflake touched them he would melt. But the snowflake neared the ground and knew its time was up, but suddenly a hand snatched it from the air. The snowflake was prepared to melt, yet never did so. The hand belonged to a young man in his early twenties, with dark brown hair and silver eyes. Despite the cold weather he wore shorts, yet on the outside wore a brown trench coat and a white cowboy hat.
"Never fear little one, you may be the first to fall but I will make it so that you will also be the last" said the man as he took in a deep breath and blew on the snowflake. The snowflake spun in a rapid frenzy as the breath wind shot them back up into the dark night sky.
"So I guess this is Earth. I can see why I was sent here, so much despair and hate...it's sad really. Oh well, time to get to work" said the man as he began to walk along a concrete path that led out of the park. "Now lets see, who am I this time,” he murmured as he dug into the side pockets of his coat, and at finding nothing he reverted to his pants pocket.
While reaching into his back pants pocket, a joyful glee crossed his face. He found his papers. He pulled out a long thin envelope, and then opened it. Inside were his social security number, birth certificate and drivers license. Along with those were several other miscellaneous papers, such as dates, places, people, and where he resided.
"Interesting, so many papers are needed just for living here. Now for these papers I'm thinking that on this mission I am Lance Deific. Oh wow that’s ironic, since deific means 'a godlike nature' and since I could be considered a g-" he stopped for a crazed, drug addicted man had leapt onto the path, and had pulled out a switchblade.
"Give me your money and no one gets hurt,” said the man as his eyes became wide and white, for it seemed that he had recently had his bad medicine.
"Hmm, no" replied Lance as he stuffed his papers back into his pockets and swerved around the man.
"Look you don't understand, I will kill you unless you give me your money,” shouted the man as he raised the blade into a stabbing position.
Lance stopped, lifted his hand up and waved his hand, then set his hand down and continued walking. "But I must ask, how can your hurt me with a flower?" asked Lance as the man looked down at his hand to see a Daisy instead of his switchblade. "And also, why would you want to hurt me when you already have money, and no drug addiction urge" added Lance as he exited the park.
As the other man watched Lance leave he looked down at his hands, to see a large wad of cash and no longer an urge to use drugs or be near any drugs.
"Sorry man, my bad" he said as he turned and began to walk away.
"I would prefer if you called me by my real name. Taeson" said a voice. The man then turned around to find no one there, and the other man had disappeared. Yet at the exit of the park was a large pile of snow.
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