A star had fallen from the sky.
Crow had seen it, or at least seen something. He stalked the dark field, hand on his sword, looking for any sign of life from where the explosion had landed. For as cautious as he was, Crow didn't truly believe that whatever had fallen could still be alive, for no man could survive falling from the sky in a ball of flame. Just as Crow was preparing to leave, something stood from the ashes.
It was huge, and had wings like a bird, unlike anything Crow had ever seen. He sank back into the darkness of the woods, watching what this thing would do next.