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The whole town has gathered around the tower Beacon because it had turned this weird purple color and gave off this strange feeling of being watched and neither the humans or vampires could turn it.
The vampires look at Scott asking if he knows anything because he is the oldest there "Don't look at me. These beacons weren't here when i was wake 600 years ago."
"Well what are we gonna do about it?" Cleo asks And no one responds not knowing what to do.
Scott then speaks up. "I could try and turn it again."
"And why would we let you get a beacon?" Martyn responses.
"You want to try and turn it?
"...." Martyn looks at the beacon. "...no."
"Then step away so I can try." Scott aprochs the beacon and puts his hand on it to see if that would work better than the other ways. "Mmm. I guess that didn't wor-" Before Scott can finish his sentence the beacon suddenly glows brighter and Scott and the beacons get covered in a bright purple glow that goes from purple to green to yellow to red the starts to fade.
As everyone looks at the area confused and some of the vampires concerned they saw someone with who was sitting on the ground that looked somewhat like Scott but had a green streak through his hair, things that look like crystals around his head in the same green, freckles that looked like constellations more in an actual sense than a complement, and he was wearing a blue jacket and jeans with a white shirt with a few colored stripes in the middle of it.
"Where am I!" The man stands up quickly and says as he draws a sword.