You land in the abandoned city, the ancient walls gleaming faintly around you.. Your Pteradon still panting from your deadly escape from a Snow-Owl... You slide down the leather saddle off your Pteras' back.. You walk slowly toward a small stream, your implant gleaming in your wrist.. you bend down to drink.. You stand up. Refreased, you turn..the pearlescent, silver face of a enforcer glares back.. You look past it, alarmed, only to see the stiff, bloody body of your once beloved Petra lying behind it.. Dead... You gasp.. You stare deep into the enforcers, cold, emotionless eyes.. That is the last you ever see, your scream echoing around the long-abbandoned walls and streets of the city.. You body drops to the ground, amid a small patch of yellow wildflowers and shrubs.. beside your beloved Petra. The enforcer scuttles away, into the starlets night. Your scarlet blood seeping into the ground and mingling with your Pterdons'..