Novadia

Eye Within the Zipper

For a brief moment everyone was frozen in place. The children halted their games, shopkeepers that sold various meats stopped their advertising, priests shushed themselves of their teachings. The world as they knew came to a complete stop.

Hundreds of confused heads turned to their great savior in the mountainous walls that had kept them secure. Instead of a comforting stone base that protectively looked back, there was a breach. The outer wall of Novadia had been compromised. It was a matter of time before the city of Shireport was utterly decimated.

"In the sky, look!" a man pointed to a rounded aircraft that flew just over the wall. The curious heads were now torn between focusing attention to the breach or the aircraft.

From the mysterious object floating above fell countless dark blobs, too unrecognizable to determine what they were. The people could only watch, slack-jawed as the sky gifted them a twisted gift.

"It's them!" a man yelped in terror as he confronted the crowd by his lonesome. "We've been breached, protect the—" he was interrupted by a massive chunk of the wall splattering him to a pulp. The crowd shrieked as they began to scatter.

The attack on Shireport had begun.

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"Ora!" a ghostlike figure clenched its gloved fists and delivered a masterful punch to a falling apple, shattering it.

"Again," spoke the unimpressed user of the transparent ghost. "This time, the tree." he ordered.

The figure obeyed, preparing to launch its fists at the tree. Its cyan eyes focused before cocking back and producing punches at rapid, supersonic speeds. The tree had been reduced to nothing but a stump, catching the user's interest.

"What are you exactly?" asked the user, receiving nothing but a stern face from the obedient ghost. "Nevermind," he soon shrugged off. "Let's go find another tree to destroy. I want to see you at maximum power."

"Ora!" said the ghost as it disappeared within the user.

"Jotaro!" called a tall, skinny man in a guard's uniform. He raced over to the boy, panting and struggling to catch his breath. He had been running for quite a while.

Jotaro gave an annoyed glare to the newcomer, his overprotective guardian since he was just a little boy. "Get lost, constable." he harassed.

"What have I told you day in and day out!? Stay away from the outskirts of the city." the man brushed himself off, looking down to the uncaring young boy. "Your mother was worried, you know."

"Like I care if that bitch is worried about me," Jotaro said with confidence. "I'm not some brat anymore, Speedwagon. I know how to get out of danger."

"Danger isn't the problem. She— no, we don't want you near the wall where the Fodder hides behind. You may be one tough kid, but you're as good as the rest of us guards against threats like that."

"Tch."

"Jotaro," Speedwagon lowered his tone to a more understandable level. "I've been watching over you since you were just a toddler. I know how capable you— are you even listening?!"

He was not listening. Something far greater than any words his guardian could deliver to him had awoken beyond the walls. Like a zipper on a jacket, the wall east of Shireport had been breached. A singular eye peeking through. Jotaro Kujo was not one who experienced fear, the thought alone made him cringe. Ronnie Speedwagon on the other hand was petrified.

He grabbed Jotaro by his shoulder, yanking him harshly back into the direction of the city.

"Let go of me, bastard! I'll be fine on my own!" protested Kujo.