And that’s the last of it. Lyney sighs and slumps on the bench in his backyard after throwing the trash out. His parents aren’t home tonight, he should be having fun but he’s tired!

His train of thought is interrupted by a loud crash. The ground shakes—he knows it’s not an earthquake, but something worse. Something has crashed in his backyard.

Lyney doesn’t know what to do. It’s as large as a tree, like a shell of some sort. He freezes up, noticing something—or someone coming out of it.