➴ STARTER.
Helia loved to camouflage himself under the inky canvas of night. As quiet as his calculated gestures were, he'd mastered the art of not making a sound to preserve the solemnity of the evening. After all, what better way to observe nature and appreciate its beauty than by watching it in silence?
Along with his sidekick, Charcoal, it'd become his daily routine to simply be one with his thoughts in the midst of the city lights and stars. Tonight, however, his inner peace was destroyed by fate — an ear-splitting sound much similar to glass breaking, rather.
Helia hissed in anger, doing his utmost best to not let it seep through his boiling bloodstream. Wondering what (or who) this sad excuse of a culprit — this newfound bane of his existence — could be, he turned to his side, and case closed: a fellow Zodiac was in his midst. In other Zodiacs' eyes, she was a sweetheart. But to him, well, let's just say she was dead meat.
The searing heat of his rage shifted straight to his jet black orbs, crackling ferociously like fireworks being set off on New Year's Eve. The flame couldn't be put out. Not a chance.
Helia meant business now.
His eyes still fiery with annoyance and disbelief, he approached her with a mocking tut.
"Oh, what to do with a mere hero-in-training like you? Don't tell me I've already found my next target..."