Unstable Beginning Pt. 1

It was understandable that she would be wary of approaching him. The young man had been sleeping underneath the hollow tree for almost a century and showed no signs of life until recently.

The townsfolk had thought him an angel from heaven and built a stone fence around the tree with an iron plaque that read, "De solidum sed inane et sopitos Angelus plagam Eden." Or in English, The Slumbering Angel Of Hollow Eden. The young man's skin was a transparent pale with green and yellow veins visible, the slow rise and fall of his chest barely noticeable.

His body positioned as if resting in a casket, his hair a dark shade with a hint of brown. The lids of his eyes were dark purple, and if you looked closely, you could see a slight movement underneath them.

Scientists and Doctors from all over came to study the young man, but when any of them got too close, they'd start to bleed slowly from their eyes and ears before passing out in a puddle of their own sick.

So when he had awoken and opened his mouth to speak to the young women kneeling outside his stone cage. The townsfolk had quickly jumped on the opportunity to document history in the making.

Violeta Corison was a strange young woman with an odd sense of style, and she had come to visit Eden to take pictures of the town's most prized possession.