sun and stone | fanmade jojo part

chapter 1

our story takes place thousands and thousands of years in the past, before history was even recorded.  the human race was new, the planet full of trees and vegetation, animals roaming its many regions.  technology we never knew could ever exist was what these humans created.  huge domes that could withstand extremely deadly weather conditions, rockets that had enough strength and fuel to blast past the solar system, and that's not even half of it.

humans, but only a select few, had lifeforms that existed as a sort of part of them.  they were called stands, for a self-explanatory reason, and they possessed superhuman powers that were unimaginable.  they were born with such stands, learning and training them from the moment they could walk.  it became a tradition to treat people with stands with the utmost respect and formality.  those who owned stands were considered powerful and fit to be leaders.

in what would be modern-day U.K., a young man, newly an adult, slept peacefully in his room.  the sun peeked through his blinds and created golden streams of light across his bed and face.  one managed to hit him square in the eye, abruptly waking him.  blinded, he angrily grabbed a pillow and pressed it over his face.  

the movement woke the girl sleeping in a bed next to his.  the sheets ruffled quietly as she sat up, blinked twice, then swung both legs over the side and stood up.  she rubbed her eyes and sighed loudly before turning to peer at the boy in bed.

"soleil, get up," she uttered sternly.

a deep, muffled voice came out from under the pillow, "no!"

"we have to go train today, remember?  your birthday was literally yesterday and now you're an adult so man up and get out of bed."

the pillow was sent flying across the room as he sat up with immense energy, "fine.  but dair, you better keep your mouth shut before i-"

"yeah yeah yeah, you know i can deflect every kind of punch your moonshine can throw."

and with that, dair left the room.  soleil frowned before getting up himself and trudging out into the living room.  his parents' home was small and one-floored, but that was pretty much the norm.  his mother was sitting at the kitchen table with her projecting device on, flipping through the news.  she had a mug of warm, black coffee beside her as she wore a dismayed expression on her pretty face.  soleil shuffled over to the table and slumped down in a chair tiredly.

she was a young mother, in her mid-thirties.  her hair was a sort of bright, shiny orange and her eyes were a milky grey.  she had had her son, soleil, when she was 18 and dair when she was 20.  she was tall and slim, but fit.  her hair went down to her elbows and her skin was a beautiful tan.  she had not a single freckle or mole or mark on her body.

her son, however, looked fairly different.  he was tall and slim as well, slightly muscular, but had freckles dotting his face.  his skin was somewhere between pale and tan and his eyes were a dark, forest green.  he was now 18 as of the day before.  he had ginger hair like his mother, but it was shoulder length and wavy.  his hair was center parted and he had a widow's peak on the right side, causing a natural and graceful swoop to smooth out from his part.  he was considered highly attractive in his dome community, girls swooned and fought over him.

his sister, dair, was also very attractive.  she was tall, lanky, like her mother.  her legs and arms and abdomen were nicely toned, giving her a slightly muscular look as well.  her hair was straight, chin-length, and a mushroom brown.  her skin was the same as his, however, she had freckles covering her entire body.  she had bangs that were cut straight across at her eyebrows.  her eyes were an entrancing hazel, a mix of green and grey.  she was the ripe age of 16, boys also eyeing her and trying to win her heart.  she would have none of it, though, she preferred women.

a moment after soleil sat down, his mother's wife emerged from her bedroom, which was shared with his mom of course.  she was shorter than the rest of them, her eyes also a deep green like soleil's.  her hair was a similar color to dair's, but it was almost thigh length.  she often kept it tied up in a large, messy bun.  her skin was pale and her face was dotted with just a few, delicate spots.  she wasn't exactly slim, nor was she athletic or fit.

"why are you making that face, mom?" soleil inquired, genuinely worried.

"oh nothing..there have just been some odd weather mishaps lately and the meteorologists are concerned that we might be in for another deadly storm," she sighed.

soleil knew that she would take it way out of proportion.  "don't worry, the world isn't ending."

dair and his mom's wife sat down at the table with them.  dair analyzed her mother's face before looking over at soleil and making a you-know-what-she's-thinking face.  soleil responded with i nod and a slight frown.

"alea, everything's gonna be fine.  we don't need to worry.  we've been through many storms before!" his mother's wife said gently, caressing alea's hand.

"yeah..everything's gonna be fine," alea repeated apprehensively.