Writing - 1

This is just something I may take some time writing in my spare time, not looking for any critique or anything but if you want to read then go for it. It's a work in progress.

 Prologue.

The night sky was dark. Darker then it had ever been, a plain devoid of light, no stars, no moon and no sun. A vast blackness that stretched on forever with no end, no beginning.  A young girl sat by her window, a soft chair underneath her and a small bear in her lap. Her soft brown eyes wide as she gazed up at the emptiness and dreamt of a world bigger then she. She didn't hear her mother as she crept up the stairs, quietly pushing open the door and silently watching her child, a soft smile playing on her lips. She took a few steps forward and gently rested her hands on her daughters shoulders, her smile widening as he daughter looked up, her mouth in a small 'o' shape. 
"Come now Cassandra, bed time. You'll be six tomorrow." her mother murmured. Cassandra nodded, turning back to her window where the blank sky remained dark.
"Okay mum, just five more minutes? Please?" she asked, turning in her seat to give her mother a winning grin. Works like a charm. Her mother sighed, her smile never fading in the company of her daughter. 
"Alright, but then straight to bed. I'll be up to tuck you in, in five minutes." adding emphasis onto  the end of her sentence. Her daughter nodded, grinning impishly as her mother shut the door. She turned back to stare up at the sky, but this time it wasn't quite as dark as it was. No, this time two stars were clearly visible as they raced across the darkness. One, gold and bright. The other, darker and with an almost reddish hue trailing behind it. 
Cassandra gasped and watched them trail across the sky, captivated by their beauty. 
"Wow..." she whispered as they disappeared into the distance.

That night, her dreams were on one thing. The two shooting stars.

Several miles away on the Northumbrian coast, two dome shaped missiles crashed into the ocean with enough force to throw up a ten metre spray of water. It was perhaps fortunate where they landed, for had it been a hundred metres in either direction, the local villages would have seen the oddities crash and have been swarming the area within minutes. Instead, the two UFO's landed between the shelter of a vale, with two cliffs blocking either side of the incident from prying eyes. 

It took only a few minutes for the tide to wash the glowing, crystal like objects onto the beach. One glowed with a golden light, the crystal a pale white and blue. The other, seemed much more... Dark. A black crystal with red veins running throughout it, smoking with a crimson hue. The crystals lay side by side on the sand, each glowing in their own way. A moment or two passed where the night was still, an eerie silence crossed the vale and without the moonlight, the two crystals glowed paranormally. It was sudden then, when the golden crystal began to vibrate, a high, humming note vibrating in the air. The vibration turned into a wobble, the wobble into a shake as the air grew loud with an almost inaudible screech. And just as the shaking object reached it's climax, it shattered. Pieces of the shell flew in all directions, impaling trees and rock a like, shearing through them with ease. A thick plume of steam poured from the remaining carcass, hissing in the same manner as hydraulics, a distant tree collapsing, it's trunk sheared by the largest shard. 

The silhouette of a hand reached up and gripped the edge of what remained of the crystal, pulling with it an arm, shoulder and eventually body. And as the steam eventually cleared, a naked man was left standing in all his glory. He rubbed at his shoulder absentmindedly as he stepped out from the remains of the cacoon which had carried him across space. He was tall, and fairly built, with golden skin which seemed to glow. He had short, mouse brown hair and piercing green eyes which scanned his surroundings, seemingly indifferent to his lack of clothing. He took a few steps forward, turned to kick at the dark cacoon next to him and continued walking, standing on the beach, the waves rolling gently over his feet. The sea was louder now, but in a kind way, almost welcoming.