My name is Astral. I live in a city with an enormous population, named Heartland City. Many citizens there attempt to guess my age, especially the children ranging from 5 to 18, but in reality, I have no age. I suppose that is one thing that separates me from the humans. You are surprised? Yes, I do believe I forgot to mention that I myself am not human.
I come from another world, the Astral World, I believe. I am a spirit free to roam this city, for a force I cannot describe binds me here, but I chose to live with them. To protect them from themselves. From their evil.
At first, they were curious about me, even to the point where the "scientists" wished to study me. If not for the human I live with, I would have been put in a "laboratory" and had "experiments" done on me. Back to the point! They had a valid reason to be curious. I look nothing human. My skin and hair is sky blue, except for when the "sun" hits me at a certain angle. The humans tell me I look almost white in the sunlight. They also tell me I have a figure closely resembling that of a female, which I have confirmed after looking at my reflection. I never knew I had a reflection in the first place. While their ears are round, mine resemble an elf's ears. I wear "earrings" even though I am male, and my eyes are two different colors: the left is orange, and the right is white. I do not wear "clothes," though I see no need, and I do not have "toes" as they call it.
Even with all those strange features, my markings capture the most attention. A column of three figures go from my forehead to the bridge of my nose. One diamond-shaped mark perches above each eye, and one sits on each cheek. The marks go down my arms and legs, the back of my neck and the sides, and my back and torso. These markings tell others of my kind that I am a Light Agent. All of the Light Agents have these markings at birth, almost as if they were destined to be one.
Although I look nothing like them, the citizens accepted me as one of their own. They even say I am their version of "Sherlock Holmes." I wish I could return their kindness and compliments, but I fear that if I do, I will get too close to them.
Now, enough of the introductions. It is time you, the reader, know what is happening in my ageless life.
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Finding Darkness
أدب الهواةWhen a Spirit by the name of Astral arrives in the Human World, things start going wrong. It starts small (like belongings going missing), but then it gets worse (like mass murders and destroyed buildings). Astral and his human partner Yuma Tsukumo...
