October 28th, 4:05 PM
The beautiful autumn day showed clear skies and leaves of red, yellow and brown moving briskly through the streets. Despite the sunshine, the breeze was chilly. Shops were decorated festively for the month of Halloween, some anticipating judgment for a prize on which was decorated most creatively. Along the sidewalks, children who were recently picked up from school pointed excitedly at the decorative windows, while others attempted to pull their parents into stores to purchase goods and costumes.
All seemed normal in Brooklyn; in New York as a whole. Everything was lively as ever, even during the increasing frigid weather. The warier folks knew something was going to happen soon, though. Nobody could put their finger on it; a storm? An apocalypse? A war? Likely, a combination of the three.
Priscilla was uncomfortably buried beneath a mountain of dirt on a construction site, waiting long and patiently to be touched by her Master, so she could be freed of her deathly weapon form. The dirt pile only got larger, instead of smaller. Was she not allowed to see daylight again?
The girl never stopped trying, though. At every change she got, when she felt a connection, she reached out to the person meant to wield her. ’Master..! Hello?’ She knew not his name, but knew he existed. He passed by her every so often; she could feel it.