[ WP ] Write a hard science fiction story , but tell it like a fairy tale for children .

Once upon a time, in a far away land where the skies would dance, and at nights become ablaze with rainbow flames, a young man by the name of Leonardo stood. To his left there was an intricate box, covered with mysterious ancient looking runes, aglow with wonder and a power known by none. Leonardo looked out of the window of the room he had spent the past three months in to see a great ball of fire hurtling toward him, just barely eyeing a human shape inside. 
 Unexpectedly to the shocked and enthralled Leonardo it crashed through his window, sending glass everywhere, including into his flesh. The fire began trying to engulf his temporary habitat before being sucked into the mysterious box, which had suddenly opened, and was glowing brighter than ever. 
 Within seconds the fire was gone, all that remained was Leonardo, a blackened body, and a box that had just proven its ability to absorb immense power. Leonardo, ever the recluse, chose to investigate the box rather than help the breaker of his window and flesh. He eyed it closely, every crevice, every sharp angle, each flawless edge, all warm in his hands. He began to hear thoughts that were not his own,'open me. Free me.' He moved his hands to two opposite corners of the box and pressed his fingers to them, if not for his mental state he would have been surprised, but instead he pressed his fingers in further, ignoring the blood now seeping from them. The box made a clicking sound and started pulling Leonardo towards it, a magnetic force engulfing him. He began to realize that he was n't fully in control of his senses or the situation as the box began to warp outward, taking on an indescribable shape, a mess of fire, spikes and an unknown organic matter. The non-box began to slowly envelope Leonardo and bind to him, causing the body nearby to animate. As Leonardo weakened and gave in to the immense power that confronted him the body began to glow, symbols on it much like those from the box, sparking with every color on the spectrum, getting brighter as if bursting from it. The body walked over to Leonardo who lay collapsed on the somehow cold floor, it looked at him and laughed, its voice deep, coarse and inhumane `` What fortune befalls you, whelp? ``, it said gloatingly. All Leonardo could do in response was gasp, and cough up blood. The body put forward its right hand, now a metallic silver color, looking much like a suit of armor or a machine. Leonardo raised his arm, thinking with ignorant hope that help was about to be given. The body did not help him, its hand began to absorb a red light from Leonardo, and as the light left his body so too did his life. His last sight, a silver automaton that looked like a guardian, but acted as a destroyer. 
 
 That's all because I suck at writing.
