He hears a [i]thud[/i] and turns, raising his scythe.....nothing. [i]What's going on?[/i] He walks down the park walkway, and sees a glimpse of reflected light. He walks towards it, his battleaxe ready. It bursts into flame, and he walks around the glimmer. [i]What is that?[/i] It  has an unearthly polish to it, glimmering and sparkling even in pitch black. [i]That thing is dangerous.[/i] He carefully walks towards it, and pokes it with the handle of his axe. It rolls over, and revels itself to be....[i]a helmet.[/i] A Protectors helmet. He picks it up, and looks around. [i]What happened here?[/i]