Dawn breaks in the Pacific Northwest. In most places the Sixth World never stops, this is not one of those places. Dawn greets this location as it has for years uncounted, slowly reaching out fingers of light to stab the eyes of beasts and wake them from slumber. In this place there is a quiet and peace rarely found in, even in areas ‘reclaimed for nature’.
Normally there is nothing to greet the sun in this place, this high mountain pasture. But this is not a normal day, this is a New Beginning. This day there is quite a sight, eight metahumans lie unconscious here, naked as the day they were born. They are paired over a broken line approximately 20 meters long.
At one end of the line, it seems almost as if a brown-haired human has fallen asleep in the arms of his lover, an ork woman with oriental features who seems to cradle him to her chest, their arms around each other. The second pair embraces as well, but theirs is an awkward one as the long elven body of one and slight oriental frames of both of these men create a mating that don’t neatly fit together as well as the first pair. There is no embrace in the third set. In this one a lean elven male is with another ork female, this one with somewhat darker skin, but they are back to back, with arms between. Another peculiarity, both have a dark bag covering their heads. The last two are not touching, a ginger haired elf lays splayed out, his right arm reaching for the final form, a human with close cropped hair, visible signs of bruising cover his fetal form. Broken zip restraints lay in the grass between them.
The light reaches this final form first, stirring him into pain-filled awareness, though consciousness is not far off for any of the group.
