/The Guardian looked down at those now sleeping on the isle, and deep
into the fire that they kept. An image rose before it...and image of a
great, stone building, and the creatures which slumbered about it.
Instantly, eyes opened, red eyes, blue eyes, black eyes....and It
smiled/
In the middle of a clear sea sat an island, lush and
tropical, yet barren and frozen. A combination of all
enviroments on Earth crammed onto a small fleck of
dust on the sea, waiting for someone to be there.
At its helm sat a red figure, shimmering in moving
crystal patterns, now becoming male, now becoming
female, always really neither. A JASO of the highest
order, once a promising young one conforming to all of
society, now an outcast for no reason with few cares
and even fewer rules. After its selective exile here,
to this dimension of no continents, it'd inhabited
this island. Built its beautiful home. Began to
adapt the island to its very personality. And lastly,
found a small rip in its dimensional fabric that it
widened and strengthened, lining it with threads of a
certain silver plant to help focus and control it.
Soon, it had created a beautiful, shining JASO portal
that it used to come and go to Earth with.
One day, though, it didn't come back alone.
In a swirling red tornado made of the Sandman's dust,
it deposited them in, using a quick dream to acclimate
them to the different dimension. Then, it'd seperated
them and gone back home, using its magic to help keep
an eye on the four of them. Slowly, for the first
time since it'd come to the friendly isle, it smiled.
They'd eventually come together, bonded, and set up
on the beach's power spot, where it had first landed.
It was where it stood this day, staring at its four,
the ones it would one day make its companions and
heros. ~Or heroines,~ it thought distastefully at
Brittany. It and the human female would one day
resolve their conflict--painfully.
But now it looked to Jared, sweet Jared, who it had a
unusual fondness for. Not the deep, unyielding
gratitude she felt for Mike, but a sweet and simple
fondness. It leaned down and stroked his brow. Mike
may have been her chosen one, but Jared could become
her favorite--easily. And it was to him that she was
going to show the way. The way to an easier lifestyle
then they already had.
Now it stopped stroking his forehead and just let it
rest. Soon, it turned pinkish, and his eyes crinkled
up. Then, when it was the color or red fire, it
removed the hand and vanished.
Jared felt the heat sear over him as he bent to kiss
the faceless girl once more. They where on a beach; a
quiet, warm, white sanded and most importantly
DESERTED beach. Both were half-clothed, their skin
shining a beautiful red and bronze color as the sun
played over it.
"Wait..Jared," came a soft whisper. "Look at that."
"What?" he asked, half bleary.
"That," she replied, sitting up and away from him and
pointing.
The sun behind them had turned red, red, red, redder
than anything he'd ever seen. It hung in the sky like
a solitary bleeding circle, blood pouring to the earth
in waves of red heat and light.
"It's beautiful," he said, turning back--but the girl
was gone. He spun back to face the sun, and watched
as that red, red sun shot out a beam of energy a
pinpoint thick, extending it behind him. He looked,
and saw through the trees a black and crimson stone
building, tall and imposing.
There was a swirl, and suddenly his eyes flickered
open, and he shot up. "MIKE!" he shouted.
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