[b]Near Bethlehem, Israel, Green Sahara[/b]
[sub][@Renny][@Tenma Tendo][/sub]

A family of lizards took flight as the sound of hooves against stone rang hollow against the dead air of the night. A strong black steed trotted proudly, holding his head high as the rider commanded the beast forward. The moon had risen high, nearing the center of the sky, shining overhead like a spotlight on the harsh ground, as animals fled in fear at the sight of the creature, and the masked rider who held his reigns. The rider's eyes were a mixture of the bright red of fatigue, and a sickly, glowing green that seemed to shine through the night, like some kind of phosphorescence. The horse, though his muscles twitched and spasmed, had no signs of stopping. Bethlehem was nearby, there was no time to stop. 

It was a long way from the Valley of the Moon. The sooner out of Arabia the better, not the least for the purpose of this journey. The figure was wrapped tightly in a collection of loose garments thrown across their body. Coming south into Israel from the desert necessitated such dress, and it was useful to keep those who had no business seeing the rider's face from doing so. Though the rider approached the town with haste, there were no obvious signs of trade nor war on their person, though the clothing of the traveler was striking, a long green garment decorated with orange embroidery at the edges, and a black cloth tied around their face and head with golden elements, all seated upon a handsome black stallion. 

The rider stopped the horse upon a story crag, gazing down from the height onto the sight of smoldering ashes and blackened wood down the road. The figure cursed upon the wind. Had they arrived too late? Had something gone wrong? There was no mention of a disaster like this in Bethlehem. The horse turned at the will of its master, riding down the side of the hill to the road below. As hoof touched paved stone, the rider's eye caught sight of another anomaly. Smoke rising from a pit. Wreckage. The glowing eyes narrowed, focusing in on the destruction, before opening in shock. That ship...could it be? A crack echoed through the night as the horse neighed loudly, running over to the sight of the crashed vessel. 

The vehicle matched the specifications found in the old books. The Monks called back to these lost vessels, the transports called the Gummi Ship. Dismounting from the horse, the rider strode up to the wreckage cautiously, before placing a hand upon the remains. This could not be the ruins of the transport that brought the Legendary Hero, the monks specified that she had arrived in Jerusalem. So...what was this...? Who had come? A cold pulse ran down the back of the rider's spine as the forced the sleeve of the garment up, revealing the shining gadget resting around their arm. Fingers brushed the device, tracing the indentations and crevices as the glowing eyes fixated upon it. The sleeve was pulled back over the device, as rider screamed and slammed a fist upon the wreckage over and over until the finger joints began to ache. Variables were to be expected, but she had only just begun. Caution must be taken from now on. 

The horse grunted as the Rider mounted it once again, exhaling. No more room for error, variables must be controlled. The cold, glowing eyes stared forward as the horse followed the light of Sirius toward the small town. She whispered a prayer to nothing in particular, that the hero was still present. As her eyes opened, she spotted one final abnormality, a traveler sharing the road. But the garments he wore were misplaced in this land. Modern, too modern. The rider commanded the horse to sway off of his path. Best not to catch his attention just yet.