His eyes snapped open.
Or rather, the half-put-together things that you could call eyes.
For a moment, all that he could see was blue.
Endless blue without a single speck of white.
The sky, his mind supplied.
A useless observation.
As he lowered his gaze, he saw that he was surrounded by a large crowd. Their cheerful and agitated faces frozen in time.
Stuck, staring at a building.
He didn't feel guilty though.
That's just how teleportation worked.
Around him, black light particles gently rose into the air and surrounded his body like dust.They were the only thing that could move, next to the "orb" at the center of his chest that continuously attracted said particles.
That disturbing, pulsing thing floated in the air, surrounded by a black vortex that moved towards the center in a spiral and slowly formed the vague, pitch-black shape of a body.
Making him look like a shattered statue made from black marble, the limbs frozen in the same position that they had been when he teleported.
Ebony, better known as Lutho, couldn't feel his body or anything else for that matter.
Because his black astrum -that disgusting thing at the center of his chest- was busy numbing all nerves and senses to spare him the pain of being literally ripped apart and converted into light.
In fact, that was the exact reason why it wasn't recommended for others to be teleported by black Virkasas, due to the severe backlash the others gained since their bodies didn't have such protection.
He sighed in his mind.
Already imagining the hell he would go through once he reformed.
That being another reason why he wanted to go home again.
Around him, time slowly sped up. His body half-formed but still covered in darkness.
By now, several limbs as well as half of his face were finished, the particles moving around him in a flurry.
The numbing feeling lessened more and more as his body knitted itself back together.
Having nearly fully reformed by now.
As soon as the last particles snapped into place, a rush of energy flooded his body and the sluggish movement of time disappeared.
The whole thing taking less than a second.
Loud murmuring assaulted his ears as soon as the disorienting experience was over.
The small plaza in front of the city hall bustling with people.
The crowd gawked at the building like onlookers at an accident, while they waited to hopefully catch a glimpse of the famous figures that were in there right now, busy discussing important matters.
Even though they were clearly unwanted there. Given the annoyed expressions of important businessmen and envoys that fought through the masses just to get inside.
Ebony huffed as he observed them. Carefully moving through the crowd to get to his destination.
Crowds like that weren't an unusual sight for sure, considering all of the representatives and merchants and whatnot, that went in and out of there on a daily basis.
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Star Children (Old Prologue/ Pilot) The real story is not done
FantastikLong ago, the stars made a promise with their makers that would hold as long as they existed. Once the time came to fullfill said promise, they broke their rules of creation and brought sixteen children to life, who were then sent to a world differe...