9/6/1542 When he arrived. The sky turned red,the grass withered and died. It started small,with wheat shriveling in a field. Then he appeared. His gaze pierced the very soul of every god fearing man in the countryside. The king refused to help. It is too late for us now. I hope someone will find me before I go. He beckons us into the sky.
I think this is my first teaser. Hope you like it. The eye and background are made by me.
