It was a bright night, lit by the streetlamps and the reflection of the moon. The air was stiff but crisp, and the world, silent. I was walking on an old stone road in the middle NSM. The stars were staring intently at my back, watching my quick, but stealthy pace making my way towards the center of the town, where a large fountain upset the tranquil ambiance. I stopped, a few feet away from the spring, in awe of it's glistening beauty. The middle of the fountain was white marble who's structure curved in elegance reaching towards the sky, the utmost of it, the great box of Trix that spurred the legendary Wars of the Trix. "This really is our last hope." I thought to myself. I quickly snatched the glorious box and ran off into the night, with the hope that NSM would soon be at peace.
3 DAYS EARLIER...