It is Time
Somewhere in space, systems started to hum to life. Lights and display screens flickered on and started displaying vital signs for the figure suspended there. A headpiece slowly pulled away, and the figure awoke. A male figure with muscular stature stepped down from the suspension. His white skin glowed in the dim light of the star nearby. White hair was pulled back in a series of braids that ran down to the middle of his back, revealing pointed ears. His eyes, blue in a sea of black, gazed out at the star and asteroid field. Far off, he could sense what he had been waiting for.
It was Time.
On the other side of the galaxy, deep in the bowels of a palace, a similar even began happening. A room lit up as machinery came to life. More lights and display screens turned on and started tracking vital signs and showing a process starting. In a globe of gold light, a female figure was suspended in mid-air. She was dressed in worn armor, as if she had been in a fearsome battle. Her white hair and skin were dirty and unkempt. As a few streams of light flew into her body, her eyes suddenly opened, revealing ice blue orbs piercing through the black sclera. She looked around at her surroundings, and began to struggle. When her body would not obey, she became angry enough to scream out. Nearby, two guards, part of a small squad that knew one vital piece of information, looked at each other.
"Go fetch the King," said one to his companion.
"Tell him it is Time."