Pilot episode

Introduction of the tale

Today I tell you the story of Lighting Zed, a story that is older than the oldest and so hardly any remember the tale. Much like many other stories this tale teaches a lesson, a lesson for all to hold close in their hearts.

It all started in a land far away called Scia. Scia was a very large area and no one is absolutely sure of just how much space the land took up. Was Scia a country or a planet? No one remembers, for some aspects of this story have been lost in the sands of time. It is often hard to follow the right grain of sand when there are so many. This story focuses on that point, that sometimes you can lose track of your path and have to pick it up again. This is the hardest lesson of this life but not the least important; was the decision I just made right?

Let us tell the tale of Lightning Zed as he explored the land of Scia and learns the lessons of life. It begins now, so let’s watch closely…

Episode 1: Lightning fills the sky

On a day long ago two boys set out from home. The two boys were brothers. The older brother’s name was Jet and he was 20 years old. The younger brother’s name was Zed and he was 16 years old. Today they set out follow in their father’s footsteps.

Their father had left home soon after Zed was born and had taken up the career of a robber and murderer. According to what the two boys had heard he had come out rich and had gotten away to some secret location never to be heard from again. However, this story speaks little of the truth of what his job was really like and told the boys nothing about what killing actually was. And so they set out to rob their first bank with no idea what they were about to do.

The two set out set on horses and rode them across the dessert landscape of the western town of Zanzelak. They had brought little food with them because they had come from an orphanage and had no money. Their mother had died protecting the location of their father’s hideout.

Of course, before they left they “equally” distributed their gear. “OK, you can take all those packs over there and I’ll make sure that this sword and awesome looking gauntlet don’t get lost,” Jet said while sorting out who was going to bring what.

“Why do I have to bring all of this stuff? Why can’t you have your share of the load?” Zed responded. He thought it was unfair that he had to carry all the heavy equipment.

“Because you just do. All right, I’m in charge here so I’m splitting it up the best way possible,” Jet said. Little did he know Zed wasn’t paying attention and had already jumped over the coach and through the house. He returned after a short minute with a black glove on his left arm that covered all his skin up to his shoulder.

“See, I have a glove, too and you can’t have this one,” Zed told Jet.

“Big deal. Mine’s a gauntlet; it’ll actually protect my arm. However, yours is just a glove that’s been sitting in your cabinet for years.” How little Jet knew, a member of their dad’s gang gave that glove to their mother. One day he just showed up, half dead, and gave it to her. Before she died she handed it over to Zed and told him to keep it safe.

As they rode through the desert Zed stared at the glove on his arm and thought of his parents. He thought of what he was about to do and he realized that he had never felt anything like it before. Now the fun was about to begin.

Later on that night the two boys set up camp in a field by a river. Jet sent Zed out to look around in a forest nearby for supplies. When Zed walked up to an oasis he bent down to fill his canteen. Suddenly out of nowhere he could hear yelling coming from camp and then a gunshot.

Zed ran through the forest and jumped onto the ground behind a sand dune in order to hide from anyone at the campsite. He looked into the site and saw several bandits talking to each other. “Bury that kid in the sand.” He said, “No one’s going to come looking for him. There’s no one who knows he exists.”

“Well, how do you know he was alone?” one of the bandits replied.

“Destroy the sword. Even if there is another out there he can’t fight without a weapon. Set the horse loose. Now do as you’re told.” All of the bandits looked at him as if doubting his logic until he repeated, “Do as you’re told!” When he was the only one in the campsite he turned in Zed’s direction and said, “Although I am sad to see them fade, Jed.”

Zed felt his left arm burn and he closed his eyes to stop the pain. He spun around and lay on his back. However, when he closed his eyes he found that he was standing. He had a gun in his hands and was raising it at the sand dune. He opened his eyes and he hadn’t moved. He closed his eyes again and he heard someone think, “I’ll just fire through that sand dune to relieve some stress.”

He heard a gun shot and felt the recoil. Zed opened his eyes. He rolled out of the way of a bullet that came right through the dune and would have gone through his chest. He closed his eyes again and saw nothing but black. Opening them he looked over the dune and saw the bandit one last time. “Where have I seen him before?” Zed asked.

When all of the bandits had gone he went back into the camp to see blood all over the sand. He knew who it once belonged to, Jet. He walked over to a mound of sand and dug up the better sword that Jet had hidden. After placing the sword around his waist and as much gear as he could carry on his back, he walked out into the dessert. Zed continued his journey alone. So was the first adventure of a legend. That night it rained but more importantly, lightning filled the sky.