What’s yours?” “Don’t give your name to strangers, especially one who’s getting ready to kill you.” Saffron continued to walk around and examine him. Anyway, anyone who’s seen past it is dead, so what does it matter to you?” He finished loading the revolver he put it in the holster on his side. “Why would you threaten me with an empty gun? That seems deceptively dangerous.” “It fools most people. He slowly started loading them with odd green bullets. Run off before you end up like me.” He gestured to his body and opened his gun to reveal that it had no bullets in the chambers. “Or what? Now why would you need to kill me? Are you guarding something, or maybe guarding somewhere?” The man lowered his gun and looked at Saffron’s blue eyes. She slowly turned around and pressed her forehead against the muzzle of the gun. I would hate to kill a lady.” Saffron only smiled at this. “Is this how you greet all of your guests?” asked Saffron. She was amazed that he had snuck up on her like that. He stared at her golden hair through his grimy goggles. Saffron made sure not to pull any sudden moves on him. He had some sort of device on his ear, maybe a communicator. He steadily gripped the gun with his brown leather gloves. He was pointing a revolver to the back of Saffron’s head. Blue tunic, blue cape, blue bandana, but green pants. Behind Saffron was a man dressed in blue. Walking through the clearing, she noticed the perfect circle shape of it. Her thoughts stopped when she came to a clearing in the forest. She had a long way to go, but she deduced that Eden was where she needed to be. She was a scientist who engineered magic, hoping to understand it. If only her peers could see her now, running away to find Eden. G-4003 was written on the underside of it, marking it the third model that Saffron had created in her lab.

Saffron looked down at the Field Bracer on her arm. All around her, she heard snarls and ticks of creatures, too afraid to lunge out at her, for they saw that she did to the other monsters. Saffron waved her hand through the blades of grass as she ran through her tropic environment.

Saffron one step from eden