In a grand assortment of lights over the setting sun of the Atlantic island, several colors lit the sky, making a great scene for the spectators miles below on the beautiful island of "Ash". Blue collided with red to form purple, and from the purple came a pink which that purple folded around as the two colors danced vividly and in precisely artistic motions. It was quite the scene, and those who saw it would wonder what exactly was happening. It was only visible from the Atlantic Ocean, and Ash Island had a front row seat to watch these colors. They could see the colors dancing as if they were destined for each others love, and for the love of God.
As if the color had tripped in mid-dance, the pink color began to fall rapidly towards the Earth. As it approached, the spectators from Ash Island would be able to see that it was actually quite small, simply radiating light. It was a black ball of some sort of goo-like substance, shouting out the pink color as it fell. It was coming towards Ash Island. With a violent thud, it crashed into the sand on the island, but not even a crater was made from its crash.
The black goo seemed to dissolve into the sand in an all too swift maneuver, as if it were finding some sort of place to hide itself. From what, though, what black goo need to hide from? Rather, who would it need to hide from? Who would be after such a curious thing. Who would follow it to a lonely island on a lonely planet of human men, women, and children?
The purple light followed the pink light a moment later, also crashing down towards the Earth. It was revealed not to be black goo, though. It was.. A man, dressed in medieval armor and attire. He was radiating the purple light. He too crashed on the island, but when he crashed, he did make quite the crater, deep inside the sand.
It was with these two series of events that madness broke loose. A good portion of the sand on the planet began to rise, forming into the shape of.. Something. From the hole in the sand, Konjan, a somewhat elderly man wearing the medieval clothing, arose. Now, though, unlike when he was crashing, he had something in his hand. A sort of giant thermos with all sorts of buttons on it sat in his grasp as he stared at the sand that was forming a shape.
"Interesting that the ship would bring us here of all places," he told the sand. He pressed a button on his giant thermos device, and from it, a blueish light shot out, with streaks of green running through it. The light started moving towards the sand which was building up, but a barrier appeared over the sand, protecting it from the light. The barrier was unlike anything the spectators on Ash Island would have ever seen. It was some sort of giant wall-like barrier which flashed into visibility for just a second, grabbed a hold of the light, and tossed it away. This barrier's design had not been influenced by any sort of thing common to these parts of the dimension, or to these people.
Konjan glanced over at the spectators, then back at the sand that was still forming into some sort of shape.
"Do any of you know the Vesan Spell?" he asked politely.
