It fell from the heavens. Like the stars that fall across the sky that the sorcerers always said were signs of good fortune. The streaking tails of fire in the night that children wish upon with clasped hands and trembling lips. Yet it did not grant wishes. It did not bring smiles to the young. It brought men to their knees. It took the works of man and tore them apart with glee. It was a Conqueror.