Prologue: The Games begin with The End.
Thousands of light-years away and a few dimensional jumps from home was not the beginning of our story, but somewhere in the in-between, the game had started so long ago that the start was lost, like a circle we would never know where the beginning started and the end finished. Here and now seemed as good as any place to jump right in. The world was called Pexi, their belief was simple, the way you live your life now would reflect the way your next life would start, see their belief was with death comes life, end turns to beginning, that alone one of the signs that this was the place to start.
Sadly enough Fu-a would come to full power moments before they would be of any use to save her life. To save her home. Her silver and jade green would burst to life above her fallen form just after she would get the understanding. This was unlike anything they were taught. But for now, in the final moments of her life she would sit and become lost in his colors.
The light was memorizing, it rose from his body as his last breath left swollen lips, a fluoresce glow of blacks and gray, such dark colors turned so bright. She watched them, not daring to look down. Her hands were numbly tight in his own limp ones. She didn’t dare look anywhere but the dark glow before her. This is what they were to become in the end of it all. She saw glimpse of the others, the dark and light shades of purple from Jei, Ken-Da his glowed the colors of the night and day sky, two-toned blues. Not far from him Rosie’s bright white and sunshine yellow could be seen from the corner of her right eye. Millie, she barely saw, but could image the pink and gold a shimmer of brilliance. Anson wasn’t much different, vibrant red and orange made it look like his body was cast in flames. She didn’t dare turn to inspect her friends’ lights. Knew they still glowed over their fallen forms just because the field was so bright, the full moon’s gaze couldn’t even compare.
“Come child; Let me ease your suffering this time.” A man called not too far behind her. She froze. She knew he was there, Master. He found them easy enough, their chance had barely begun a few months after the tests and they had dropped like flies. Where was their Goddess in red?
“Why?” she didn’t actually think she had it in her to question such power. Footsteps behind her stilled, and briefly she wondered if the question shocked him too. The footsteps continued and soon enough he was right behind her. His gaze had left her and traveled around to the others. Giving each fallen form a moment of his time.
Their final resting place was a silent valley, waist length neon green wheat grass grew farther then the eye could see, days away from any village in every direction. The seven thought for any battle it was better away from all innocent bystanders. The less harmed the less their consciousness would eat at them, during the tests many innocents were lost and some of them couldn’t take another hit.
Her thoughts turned to young Rosie, she was barely 14 summers and called with such a large task as their healer, she hadn’t the training to save everyone, Ken-Da, he was the oldest but his war torn hands could shed no more blood, he was their protector. He fell thinking he failed them; they failed themselves, their home, and their world. She was last, left to bask in the regrets.
“It’s all for the cycle darling one.” The man whispered into her ear. “Just how the games end.” A sudden ache pulled at her, causing her to stand and whirled around. This man, The Master, lifted to his feet with ease and took a single step back, He was so different than their Goddess.
Aside from height, they both reach an outstanding 8 and ½ feet. They were opposite in every other aspect. Where she was pale like the moons glow, and hair the color of the darkest night, he had the darkest coco skin she had ever seen, and the brightest sun kissed hair. Their eyes both glowed differently. The Goddess’s a vibrant red, matching the silk kimono she wore; His were an intense shade of stormy gray. His clothing consisted of dark black harem pants, and a silver short vest that remained open to show case his bare chest and solid form.
“But Why? Why must you destroy?” she demanded. She grew angry and her pale skin flushed red. She felt the heat of her power build in her body. What she planned to do she had no idea, but she would not go out being such a coward. She grasped her power with the moon, and now it was full and big, willing and able to bend to her commands.
“You ask me that ever time child” He muttered, looking down to her. She was so small compared to him, he was a giant compared to her. Soft golden locks fell from behind her pointed ears as the wind picked up, a dark shadow covered the two and she didn’t dare look up. She knew it was his beast, his loyal serpent. “And I give you the same answer each time.”
“What would that be?” She didn’t ask what he meant when he told her that she always asked the same question, aside from today the two had never talked. She looked up to him, stormy eyes met ocean blues. She surly would remember.
Then a flash of light hit her. She held a gasp of pain and before her, memories came through. Thousands, always looking at those eyes, they use to be so light and free, each image they darkened and turned cold, each flash she watched him turn to this cold emotionless being. She shook herself free of the images, though they tried to crawl around, tried to regain control, but she was stronger. She gasped in a breath of crisp air and looked back up at him.
His eyes were so cold and empty and she gasped out her one last question. “Why?” before he plunged his fist straight through her stomach her eyes flew open and she breathed her last breath, the light floated from her still form once The Master withdrew his fist and she fell to the ground, face pale with specks of green blood, her gaze was left to look at the bright full blown moon above her. Her light shimmering silver, with jade flecks was the last to awaken, but the first to move, it rose towards The Master, floating before him, he couldn’t help himself to try and touch, but it stayed just out of his reach. It then floated towards the skies, up to the moon and split into 6 pieces, the other colors following suit and they too split into 6 pieces, the colors spread up to the heavens and The Master stood watching till they disappeared. Behind him resting belly to the ground was a large green and blue sea dragon; whiskers billowed in the wind, amber eyes watching his master.
The games would begin again once the souls settled; they only had six more rounds, at least six more before He woke up. He would cause them the trouble and time. The Master was starting to truly tire of this game.