He and the rest of the Phoenix Village inhabitants worked the fields of the most fertile place they had ever known-- Phoenix Valley. But one day, while out in the midday sun, he heard a deafening crack, and as they turned toward the sound, they could hardly believe their eyes; about twenty yards away, an incredibly bright oval was floating just inches off the ground, and before they even had time to postulate as to what witch-craft could have possibly have taken place, a green figure riding some sort of metallic beast came roaring through the light and onto their green fields.
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