Argon-3

Prologue

     In this world there are those with power, and those without. There are the Soulkin and the Kuri. The Soulkin are those inclined with abilities to harness their soul's essence into powerful abilities called Affinity. The Kuri are the lower class, they are named Kuri due to their weakened stature and lack of power (Kurippuru is the japanese word for cripple). The Kuri have no ability to harness their soul's essence, and are considered inferior. Recently a group name Enactment has surfaced leading only to strengthen the dissonance between the Kuri and the Soulkin. That's where I come in, and where we will begin.

     "Hmph," I expressed in a sigh, as I put on my clothes. My room seemed colder that day, as I scanned the room. Dusty posters lined the walls wrinkled and torn. My tiny apartment walls cracked and bruised. All in all, I lived in what could only be considered a dumpster. Though a place to sleep will always be considered better than nothing. The final bit of clothing I had to wear was my jacket. I tugged at my wardrobe door, finding it unopenable. "Come on!" I yelled, I mean I needed to wear this jacket, I didn't have time for this.

     With everything out of the way, I headed out the door. Rushing through the apartment complex without a care in the world, well that isn't true, but we don't have time for all the details. After leaving my apartment and walking down the street I came to an abandoned looking building, I neared the entrance and saw a peephole. An eye flashed, "Show me your symbol," the person, that I could only assume shared that eye, stated. I raised my long-sleeved shirt, and my jacket, to show my stars, waving it in front of the peephole. "Come in General Goodmen," he remarked, continuing, "Welcome back to Base Argon, Sector 3 of Enactment."

    Oh right, I forgot to mention that little tidbit.