A strong gust of wind flurried through the forest. Incessant chirping sounds were audible, too much to be ordinary. Suddenly, a flock of birds fluttered out from a gigantic oak tree in a fragmentary manner. It was as if they were escaping from something. Indeed they were, as not long after, a massive eagle soared out. It had sharp eyes, destructive claws, and strong pairs of wings. The rapacious eagle aimed and charged at one of the escaping birds. Closer and closer it got to the prey.
It was at this exact moment that the thunderclouds began to swarm in and conquered the sky. In a trice, the sky turned cobra black. The day suddenly turned into a voidly night, the wind blew even more fiercely, as if an apocalypse was about to transpire. This queer phenomenon didn't affect the eagle, as it continued to approach its target. The birds, though, were aghast to see this. They chirped even louder and flew even quicker than before.
Out of nowhere, in a flash, the sky illuminated from the pitch black that it was, and a crashing bang followed. Lightning struck.
The lightning was, once again, too bright to be ordinary. It struck the eagle straight in the head. In just a split second, the eagle was fulgurated, leaving only the carcass.
The bird had escaped.
After the lightning, the sky turned graciously clear again as if nothing had happened. The lucky bird flitted and stood by a tree stick. Everything was back to normal.
Suddenly, “swoosh!”. And the bird was dead, ravaged by an arrow. Then, distinct footsteps were heard. The thump-thump sound got quicker and quicker and closer and closer and stopped. Underneath a tree stood a girl holding a bow, and that girl was none other than Elsa. Elsa had her second successful hunt for the day.
Without hesitation, Elsa climbed the tree to claim her trophy. When she got it, she jumped down from the tree. She almost trampled when she got to the ground as she was beyond elevated about the catch.
Surprising. Elsa didn’t experience the change in the sky nor the notoriously bright lightning.
Just as she was about to leave, she noticed something peculiar from a distance - a cubical structure. Out of curiosity, she walked toward the structure which was about a hundred feet away. When she finally saw the structure as a whole, she was astonished.
The structure was not that big; it was just about the height of a bench. It was built from cobblestone - from what she could tell - but it was very polished. The corner was chiselled sharp and precise, and the edges were undeviating. The structure was a perfect cube. It would have taken the best builder in the kingdom decades to create a structure as pristine as this.
Apart from the structure, Elsa noticed the carcass of the eagle laying right beside the structure. She picked it up, and it was immediately shattered and turned into granules.
Her focus turned to the structure once again. Titillated, she touched it. The texture of the structure was smooth. “Who made this” was the only thing on her mind right now. She scanned around to see if there were other structures like it. There were not, but that was the last thing she should be concerned about. She was about to embark on a journey that would change her perception about her world forever.