Snow fell from the sky covering the green grass in a blanket of white. The tall wintergreen trees which survived the cold of winter inevitably fell victim to the biting frost. Wind blew fiercely slamming hard against loose windows scaring small children to retreat under their blankets. Houses lined the streets, smoke billowing from their chimneys. It was a harsh storm, one that Midtown hadn’t seen in a very long time.

Tucker James stood at his tenth floor window staring intensely at the blizzard roaring just outside his apartment. His forehead wrinkled slightly as a whistling gust of wind shook the glass in front of him. Shaking his thick brown hair he turned around in his apartment and smiled. The storm broke the monotony of his boring life. Looking around his room he saw his fantasy novels lining the large bookshelves and took comfort in them.

Tucker by every definition was a geek, but not just any ordinary geek. When he went to high school he mingled with the jocks as well as the nerds and kept a nice medium between those two separate worlds. One day he would be found in the gym playing ball with the football team and the next in the library attending a chess club meeting. By and by he was an average person, and everyone liked him.

Now, fresh out of college he had started a web design business and when he wasn’t working diligently on a project he would be found reading a classic adventure book, or ordering another weapon online. Over time he had gathered a respectable amount of both of these and took great pride in his collections. Almost every day he could be found on his roof testing out his new find online, whether it was a replica sword from the latest fantasy movie or a forged steel battle axe from England. This had become a nightly habit and this night was no different.

Tucker had just received a large twin-bladed battle axe from a Norse distributor and was excited to see how well it would hold up in combat, whether or not he would ever use it he didn’t care, he just had a lot of fun pretending he would. Walking up the stairwell to the door leading out to the roof he remembered that he had forgotten his coat, and with a storm roaring like he had seen out of his window, it would be necessary. As he started walking back to his apartment a large crack emanated from outside. It shook his building slamming him hard against the wall of the hallway.