A young boy of only nine, stood on the grassy knoll, donned in a hue of cobalt, with a gold and silver crest embroidered on the garment and underneath he wore a taupe shirt that hung slightly over his earth-toned trousers and a pair of worn brown boots. Wrapped around his waist was a thick, leather belt with twin blades that glistened in the daylight, he removed the blades from their sheaths and studied the intricate markings and the ornate, curved handle with a violet gem on the pummel. The young boy clumsily played with the weapons, he dropped the blades and watched in utter shock as the weapons fell with a thump on the dirt path. Briefly, he thought he felt a strange vibration coming from the blades just moments before the weapons fell to the moist ground. Suddenly, a voice called from beyond, “Y'raiden! It is time to go!!”
The boy then glanced over his shoulder and placed his blades back in their scabbards and took up his staff. He slowly approached a shimmering stone obelisk with twelve ornate clusters of alien markings. Y'raiden then placed his hand of the obelisk. Behind Y'raiden was the shimmering city of Neran'tu-Vor. He glanced over his shoulder and watched the myriads of luminescent orbs fluttered around crystalline skyscrapers that reached towards the heavens as sleek hawk-like chariots soared through the sky. He was drawn to the His long champaign-colored hair flowed in the cool breeze, his golden locks formed around his face, his deep blue eyes gazed upon the city one last time.
Y'raiden's heart sank deep and he wondered if one day he would return to Neran'tu-Vor. He turned his back towards the city once more as he embarked on a new journey far from the world of the familiar. He trotted over the rise with his staff clutched in his hand and strutted up the ramp only moments before violet-crystalline starship ascended into the atmosphere as the engines hummed quietly. The young boy followed the corridor through the cabin of the transport, curiously he explored the inside and saw some quarters with a few bunks as his family stowed away their luggage in the hold. He felt the ship jolt as his father piloted the vessel with extreme accuracy and grace. Y'raiden heard the perpetual hum of the power core resounded throughout the ship as he slowly walked to the cockpit where he sat quietly in the back. Y'raiden caught glimpse of the swords that were securely attached to the bulkhead, “Why are we leaving Val'hydiran?” the young boy asked in the ancient tongue.
“I've been summoned by the Council of Elders to Val'Suritak. I've been instructed to lead a group of warriors there, that are in need of the wisdom I've been endowed.”
The young boy inquired cautiously, “I would rather stay on Val, where my friends are.”
Y'raiden's father looked at him with such compassion and with a calm response, “I am obeying the Will of Edonai, do you understand?”
Y'raiden hesitated, bit his lower lip and answered with a glazed expression, “I do.”
The young boy then gazed into the blackness of space and observed the glistening clouds of magenta, lavender, blue and green. The translucent hues flowed across the bed of jewels, myriads of diamonds, rubies, emeralds and sapphires shimmered over the black canvass. Re'doren, Y'raiden's father closed his eyes and the engines accelerated, a violet stream of energy encompassed the ship. Instantaneously, a massive violet-gray gas giant appeared in front of the starship, orbiting a binary companion star and on the outermost edge of the planetary system was a bluish-green moon. Amassed around the moon was a fleet of cruisers and transports near an orbital station. The young boy recognized the various ships that soared nearby, including the fleet of motherships and squadrons of fighters that patrolled the region. Y'raiden's youngest sister entered the crammed cabin and frightened by the sight of such a system, “Are we at our new home, yet?” the little one asked.
“Soon.” the mother replied.
Y'raiden's mother, Zhymar'el watched pensively as the moon grew slowly and embraced him warmly, hoping to lift his spirits. Y'raiden shook his head and with a glare, stormed off to the back of the ship, near the engine room and he produced a photograph of his friends from his pocket. He felt so alone, so angry, he didn't want to come out across the galaxy to help some people on the outskirts of nowhere. Y'raiden felt he had lost so much already, with the grandparents deaths, he didn't like facing death. To him, death meant to lose someone you loved and cared for and watching his grandparents as he did, he was frightened... terrified.
The Kah'Rai transport weaved through the outgoing interstellar traffic, darting about like a dragonfly, as the ship soared past the large transports and a single warship hung on the edge of planetary space. The contoured battleships glided out into deep space before entering the churning violet-colored portal of hyperspace. A squadron of fighter patrols came along side the elegant spacecraft, escorting the vessel to the planet surface. Re'doren piloted the craft skillfully through vast seas, mountains and valleys that spanned the continued until the ship was guided to the small city of Kyl-Nedar. This cluster of spires protruded from within a large valley, surrounded by rivers that reflected the brilliant sunlight and the violet hues of the Jovian world perched in the heavens.
Y'raiden, meanwhile, peered out of the small porthole and gazed upon the city and he was amazed at such complexity in such structures, as the myriad of transports soared beneath the ship. Finally, the ship came to a large platform just beyond the primary spaceport and the starship extended it's landing struts before gently landing. Y'raiden listened carefully as the ship's engines died down, he grabbed his gear soon after he heard his parents calling for him. He stepped out onto the landing pad, he explored for a moment before the rest of his family was greeted by a husky, dark-haired man, “I am So'Tor. Magistrate of Suritak. Welcome to Kyl-Nedar.”
“I am Re'doren Val'Qor. Mystic-warrior of the Kah'Rai. The Zhyr-K'al has summoned me here to aid their warriors in battle and the train them in the Way of the Val'Qor.” Y'raiden's father greeted with his hand extended according to the ancient customs and he continued, “This is my wife Zhymar'el, my daughters Zah'nyys and K'taelah and my son Y'raiden.”
Y'raiden thought to himself, sensing unease around So'Tor, What am I sensing...? Are those his thoughts? Something doesn't feel right with So'Tor... What is he not telling my father?
“Please, come with me. I will have my escorts bring you to your new home.” So'Tor invited, “We are having a state dinner in your honor and I will show you to your accommodations on the edge of the city.”
“We are grateful, Magistrate. That will be wonderful.” Zhymar'el sincerely retorted, embracing her family with relief, and for a moment, she too, sensed something amiss. It was when she saw the glazed expression of Y'raiden, but was it the passive aggressive nature in him or was it something else entirely.
Re'doren and his family arrived later that evening on the outskirts of the city, where a great fortress of stone and crystal stood firmly before a dark, dark forest. Two large jade beasts guarded the entrance, as the family cautiously approached when the large doors opened and there stood a middle-aged woman with her hair pulled back in a bun and inquired, “What is your business here?”
“We are here on behest of the Magistrate.” Re'doren replied.
So'Tor came from behind the door and with open arms, welcomed his guests with a respectful bow, “Please, come in. Welcome to the House of Chalmar.”
So'Tor coaxed the rest of his family and introduced them, both families seemed awkward, but soon settled in and mingled with the present company that the Magistrate kept. Re'doren and his family sat down at the extensive table and the Val'Qor clan seated next to his own. With a raised goblet, “Before we indulge ourselves in this glorious feast. I would like to make a toast to our new guests—may you find friendships and blessings where ever you may go.”
Everyone in the room raised their glasses with a smile and drank, yet, something troubled Re'doren. One of the councilman attended the feast, a charismatic gentleman dressed in the finest linens and lavished in jewelry commented, “Re'doren, where is it you and your family came from?”
So'Tor interrupted with a hearty laugh, “Pardon me...”
Annoyed at So'Tor, answered the councilman's question, “We came from Val'hydiran.”
“Ah—yes, near the Galactic Core.”
Y'raiden scanned the thoughts of those who sat at the table, images of a desolated fortress of stone covered by vegetation... concealed deep in the forest. When suddenly, with an inquisitive spirit, he timidly spoke, “On our way here, I happened to notice some ruins. Can you tell me more?”
The councilman was surprised the young child and his curiosity, “Of course, of course.” the Elder sipped from his goblet and resumed with the utmost intent, “I'm sure you would be bored to death if I were to go into details of history.”
“I want to know what happened? Who was here before the Kah'Rai settled on this world?”
“My son has a vivid imagination. It is getting late, after all...” Re'doren quickly excused.
“Leaving so soon—the night is young!!” So'Tor coaxed Re'doren and his family to prolong their stay.
“I'm afraid not. We must beg your leave. Good night.” the veteran mystic concluded, as he and his family left the premises.