Desmond exited the cave stood atop the rock once more.  Hope had perched on his shoulder, and acted as if it was a real animal.  Outstretching his arm, the robot instinctively flew off into the sky, soaring high above the fog.  He couldn't believe how similar it seemed to the falcon he saw earlier, which, for all he knows, could have just been his imagination.  Either way, this gift is a sign.  Someone's watching over him, and he didn't know whether to judge that as a good or bad thing.  This robot could very well be a spy camera, or a bomb, just waiting for the perfect moment to seal his fate.

(As I've stated before, the blue text is flashbacks.)

  "Desmond, wake up.  Desmond!"
  "Wahh, Oh, bloody hell, Bartholomew! The sun hasn't even risen yet.  You better have a bloody good reason fer wakin' me up!"
  "Oh course I have a reason, now quick, follow me."
  Desmond tiredly followed Bartholomew out of the cove and to the base of the rock formation, where they were confronted with a small plant.  It's stem was a natural greenish color, as were it's five leaves, and on the top of the stem was a large bulb.
  "My, is... Is that a plant?"
  "Aye, that it is, Desmond; but not just any plant.  This is a very rare flower, known as the Jaded Mantis Lily.  In the past it was adored for it's breath-taking coloration, though, to my knowledge, this may be the last one in existence.  At the moment it may not seem all that pretty, but when it blooms it will be spectacular.  Like nothing you've ever seen!"
  "And when is it supposed to bloom?
  Bartholomew turned his head towards the East, whilst  Desmond stared at him, his jaw opened slightly, waiting for an answer.  Suddenly the darkness was broken by an emerging beam of light, followed by another, and another.  Bartholomew then turned his head back to the flower, and Desmond did the same.  The pedals spread wide open, revealing the beauty held within.  They were aw-struck by the shades and hues of blues and violets and yellows, blending together to create a harmonious mixture of colors and tints whose beauty seemed to make up for the wasteland surrounding them, and Desmond was taking in every precious moment of it.
  "I've never seen something so... so...
  "Pure."
  "Yes, Bartholomew, that's the word I was looking for.  It's funny, ya know."
  "What is?"
  "How a something so small, delicate, and pure, could grow and prosper in a world gone to waste.  I look out into the world we live in, and think that it could produce no beauty, that nothing good can be come from it.  But then I look at this flower, and I know that this planet still has hope, still has a chance left in it."
  They continued to gaze in admiration, when the pedals on the flower began to dry, and the stem began to wilt.
  "Wait? What? Wha- Why is it dying?"
  "You see, Desmond, this flower is very special.  Shortly after blooming, the flower dies, giving it just enough time to release it's pollen and seeds.  Sadly, though, there are no other flowers, and no bees to spread the pollen, so I'm afraid this is the last of these flowers we'll ever see."
  "So it just dies? Just like that?  Why is it that the only good and pure thing is this entire bloody wasteland dies in an instant?"
  "Things don't last forever, Desmond. And the good things tend to last for a shorter time than the bad.  Even though it may be gone, you can, and must, still cherish it's memory, otherwise it will be forgotten, as if it never existed."

  Desmond stared at his new robotic friend, and was suddenly filled with sadness.  You're a good thing in this land of impurity, and like all other good things, like the flower, my parents, and Bartholomew, you won't last as long as the bad ones.

  Desmond sat in confusion as a man suddenly appeared, left him a robot, and disappeared in the same instant.  He turned his attention to the robot.  It was a falcon, colored white and golden.  Cautiously , he placed his hand on it, but there was no burning sensation. 
 
  It must not have a lead coating like other robots.  But who was that man? How did he know I was here, and why would the rebel leader give a random man a robot of such quality. More questions that Desmond didn't know the answer to.  Suddenly, the robot started activate.  It flapped its robotic wings, and made a high pitched sound that Desmond wasn't familiar with.  As strange as this robot may seem, it made Desmond happy, and gave him an alien feeling inside.  He didn't have a way to describe it, to label it, but then he found the word he was looking for.

  "I think I'll call you... Hope."

Gahh, I didn't think people could actually see them.

Okay, to anybody, if you feel as if I'm being OP, please tell me and I will nerf my character.  I have a tendency to stray that way.

I see where you coming at, and looking back, it does seem OP.  I'll go in and change some things.

  Desmond awoke within the cove hidden inside Falcon's Peak, which was as far Northeast as one could travel, and still remain within the border, and was miles from the nearest civilization.  All that was out there was Desmond and any wandering monsters that have gone feral beyond recognition from their original human selves.  He exited the cove and stood atop the great rock formation which was shaped as a magnificent falcon.  It's origins are unknown, but Desmond didn't really care.  As long as it provided him with shelter, he was happy.
 
  He peered out into the landscape, which was covered in a low-laying fog of medium thickness.  He scanned the horizon, looking for anything that moved.  In the thick of the fog, about 400 yards from where he stood, he spotted a monster.  It's body was covered in green reptilian scales, it had a long tail, and crawled on all fours.   Even with the distance between him and the beast, Desmond could still pick up it's low tone growl, for there was nothing else to soil the silence.
 
Mother, sweet mother.  Don't leave me!  Don't go!
 
  At one moment, Desmond was standing on the head of the stone falcon, and then the next, he was standing before the monster.  They locked eyes for an instant, and then the monster charged after Desmond.  He stood there, calm, with a smile on his face, as if someone was running towards him, bringing him a sack of fresh food.  The monster drew nearer, and nearer, until he and the beast were merely inches away from collision, then he closed his eyes.
 
  Upon opening them, he saw the beast, completely motionless, and practically suspended in mid air, with the exception of his hind right foot, whose toes were still touching the dust, launching him into the air.  In and around his mouth were large drops of saliva. 
   
  His mouth must have been watering like crazy from the sight of flesh.
 
  Desmond walked carelessly around the beast examining and inspecting it.  He then jump on it's back, the monster remained motionless, and whispered into it's ear, "What a beauty you are, yes.  You're bigger, stronger than most of the ones I've seen out here.  But you came too close to my rock, you threaten my very existence, and I'm gunna have to take care of you, just like the others.  And just like the others... you don't get a fighting chance."
  With a simple flick of his wrists, the claws on his gauntlets rotated 180 degrees.  At that moment time resumed, and with his right hand, he plunged the claw deep into the creatures skull.  The creature let out a final blood-curdling shriek of pain, and fell limp on the ground.  Jumping off the monster, he flicked his wrists again, spinning the claws 180 degrees around, making his hands easier to use.  Then he placed his hand on the creature, and they both vanished and reappeared about mile away from where they originally were.  He didn't want to leave the corpse where it was, because the scent would draw in more monsters and other threats.  Shutting his eyes, he teleported back to the top of Falcon's Peak, and looked out into the wasteland.

Luxio

Roman Orgy? The f*ck?