A man walked among his fellow peers, though his stature made him stand out much more than the others, added to by the foreboding costume. The most prominent feature was the large candelabra strapped to his back and seeminbgly fused to his 'armor'. This man was dressed as none other than The Nameless God of Salt and Sanctuary. However, one piece was missing from the costume; the helmet. So, the man's face was left open to the light of the convention center, his face a typical young visage of a twenty year old man, just another face in the crowd. As he walked, he grumbled, not very pleased, since he hadn't had the time to finish the helmet for the costume. He had everything else, the sword, the candelabra, the cloak, everything. But not the helmet.

The man sighed, resigning himself to his fate. He sat down upon a conveniently placed bench, placing his plastic sword beside him, he gripped his neck, staring downwards at the floor in disappointment. It was then, that a voice spoke to him.

"Oi! Stranger! Over here!" cried the grizzled voice of an old codger. The man raised his head to see just such a crony shrouded in black robes, manning a stand chock full of various wares from various franchises. "Come here!" With a curious look, the larger man complied, walking over. "I see you're missing a crucial piece of your costume. Let's make a deal," the man offered. The costumed man raised a brow, urging the elder to continue. "I happen to have just the piece you need," the robed man said, producing just the helmet the costumed man was needing, and with very accurate detail, as well. "And, since you're a fellow fan, and one with such a good eye for detail, I'll give you a fifty percent discount! How does eighty dollars sound?"

"Deal," the cosplayer said after some quick consideration, fishing out his wallet and handing over the required amount of compensation and then placing the helmet on.

"Well, good luck, have a nice swim!" the elder said eerily. Before the man had time to react, he felt his lungs fill with water, and yet also felt a strange warmth from his back, faint, but there. He struggled and struggled, and, panicking, thrashed about, desperately clawing for air, before he felt his vision begin to fade, and all he heard was the sounds of the depths of the ocean.

High above the sea, a blue moon hung in the sky, shining it's beams down upon the water, some of it's rays managing to pierce through to the drowning man.

Author's Note

Sorry for the short ass chapter guys, just wanted to get it out of the way and show that this is, in fact, a Displaced story. Sorry for those who don't like 'em. In which case, go ahead and leave now, since I doubt you'll wanna read more. Anyway, the next chapter is coming soon, not sure how long it will be though. I'm aiming for two thousand at least, but we'll just have to see.