December 24, 10:53pm, 1984.
Michelle looked out her bedroom window, peering through the falling snow that was slowly banking on the sides of the road. The light in her bedroom had been put out by her mother hours ago, else Father Christmas wouldn't come. But, with all this snow, could he make it to her house anyway?
The thought had kept her awake for hours, staring through the window at the street lamp outside. The streets of Boston had been snowed in for days now, and if there were thousands of people stuck at home for Christmas, then the North Pole's weather must be even worse.
Michelle fretted.
She checked her alarm clock, 10:55pm, still over an hour to go. On the horizon a faint green light appeared, moving across the sky. Michelle smiled, Santa could deliver presents anywhere through any weather.
The green light streaked across the sky, spreading the miracle of Christmas as it went. Michelle couldn't wait for the next morning though, desperately needing to know what ol' Saint Nick was bringing her.
Sneaking downstairs she tried to open her front door. Snow piled into the living room as she desperately stared out into the night sky, desperately wishing for the Barbie Californian Summer Playset.
The green light streaked across the sky, its green dust drifting into the snow, and into the eyes of the curious child. Michelle could feel her eyes tingle for a moment, then she walked upstairs and went to bed.
Lying there in the dark, she knew that her parents had been in the basement for hours wrapping her presents, and exactly what she was getting in the morning. She'd try to convince them that they were all a surprise, she was very good at that kind of thing...
As an example of a non-specific comet-related background, the above is simply my example of how such an event could effect a young life without saying things along the lines of:
A comet came past, its radiation gave me powers.
In my view the comet/event need only be a vague event that no-one should really understand. That way its vagueness allows everyone to interpret their beginnings as they see fit.
Michelle looked out her bedroom window, peering through the falling snow that was slowly banking on the sides of the road. The light in her bedroom had been put out by her mother hours ago, else Father Christmas wouldn't come. But, with all this snow, could he make it to her house anyway?
The thought had kept her awake for hours, staring through the window at the street lamp outside. The streets of Boston had been snowed in for days now, and if there were thousands of people stuck at home for Christmas, then the North Pole's weather must be even worse.
Michelle fretted.
She checked her alarm clock, 10:55pm, still over an hour to go. On the horizon a faint green light appeared, moving across the sky. Michelle smiled, Santa could deliver presents anywhere through any weather.
The green light streaked across the sky, spreading the miracle of Christmas as it went. Michelle couldn't wait for the next morning though, desperately needing to know what ol' Saint Nick was bringing her.
Sneaking downstairs she tried to open her front door. Snow piled into the living room as she desperately stared out into the night sky, desperately wishing for the Barbie Californian Summer Playset.
The green light streaked across the sky, its green dust drifting into the snow, and into the eyes of the curious child. Michelle could feel her eyes tingle for a moment, then she walked upstairs and went to bed.
Lying there in the dark, she knew that her parents had been in the basement for hours wrapping her presents, and exactly what she was getting in the morning. She'd try to convince them that they were all a surprise, she was very good at that kind of thing...
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As an example of a non-specific comet-related background, the above is simply my example of how such an event could effect a young life without saying things along the lines of:
A comet came past, its radiation gave me powers.
In my view the comet/event need only be a vague event that no-one should really understand. That way its vagueness allows everyone to interpret their beginnings as they see fit.