Paradigm Shift (Possibly Mature)

Dusk.

The place was deserted. Tourists long since packed up and left. Stonehenge took on a strange, blinding light as the sun set over the hill. Reflecting in the distance, the sun bounced off of a large blade. Cloak flapping in his wake, Mikael stood. Watching. Waiting. He knew it was here, and he knew she was here. He wasn't going to let her stop him. The Paradigm was to be his, even if he had to fight for it. Taking a few steps forward, he looked at the sun, as it was setting. Through his shades, it looked awesome. Slowly creeping behind the hill, the darkness becan to creep up behind him, intricately dotted with street lights.

He walked forward, following the sun, and towards the centre of the stone circle, where he stood, placing his hand on the hilt of his sword, as though in preparation. It was darker now, but the keepers of Stonehenge saw it fit that the ancient ruins be lit at least partially at night, to detect intruders. However, they didn't bank on a deadly warrior appearing, looking for an ancient relic, with the intent to kill anyone that stood in his way. No guards came though. No alarms were triggered. Nothing. This night was marked for dark deeds, for battle and for eventual slaughter. But as for who would emerge with the Paradigm, only time, and a vicious bloody battle will tell.