Twas a day like any other , Lain rested on fairly smooth stone, pondering the truth and bluffs of creation.
On the stone , his second home , Lain visited each day. He grew fond of the stone , divided from the howls and chants of the world , it gave him a safe haven for thought. At an eye-catching view of the sea. Even Lain wondered how this isolated ground hadn't been claimed for it's beauty.
Lain's chain of thought had been cut short. Across the horizon, on the waters, a ship like no other , designs of symbols along it's body, certainly not Greek.Where could this ship be from ? Was the question that swam across the river of thought in the boy. It had one odd feature to it , a man , on a cross. About 10feet tall , fairly mascular, and a crown ? A circle of thorned vine circling his forehead.
Lain was not the only one that was cought confused of this strange visit, what could this visit be for , especially in the small village of Assos.