A true end to the beginning (1)

 The sky eased into a mix of yellow and orange. The brilliant giant rose above the sky, blessing the terrestrial life with its presence... Deep within a castle of grey a party of soldier escorted a red skin goblin. As they approach a doors, two of the soldiers used all of their strength to push the doors open.

"God-damn it, every single time with this door." The biggest of the soldier remarked as he pushed past his smaller brothers and effortlessly pushed the doors open.

As the doors slid open, a throne of shimmering and glistening gemstones came into view. A being with purple skin sat on throne with crown of petrified wood and a blood-red stone encrusted in it.

"Anton." the being calmly said as their beastly green eyes locked onto him.

Anton held his tongue with upmost restraint.

"Anton." the being called again with a bit of amusement in her voice.

"Y-yes, my queen" A single bead of sweat dropped from his face whilst his eyes wandered.

Anton blinked and found himself at her mercy, their nails like blades against his red face, drawing blood.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you boy." She proclaimed with a hint of irritation in her gaze.

"Please! Please don't kill me!" Rivers of tears rushed down his cheeks.

"I'll give you one more chance... Don't come back here if you fail." Upon loosening her grip, she turned her back on him and walked back to her throne.

"One more thing, you'll be going alone."

"What, but that's suicide." The biggest of the soldier stepped forward and remarked.

"You know better than that Egon! You think I care if he dies."

Egon retreated back into his position.

"Get him out of my site, and you go with him too, now!"

The soldiers grabbed Anton and rushed out of the room...

 Elsewhere, the calm of the leaves is periodically broken by a gentle breeze... The echoes of busyness spread throughout the jungle, making the trees shiver with each knock. Sunlight peered through the thin, white clouds which drifted over the incomplete wood-frames of the village houses. The unified collaboration of green villagers made what couldn't been a hard month of work, a mere day's work.

While the villagers worked tirelessly, Kenchi laid near motionless in a infirmary bed. As he opened his eyes he found himself in a plain of green with graves littered throughout the plain and trees in site.

"What is this place?"

"It's where spirits come to die." Kenchi turned to meet eyes with the one who spoke, which held a sense of familiarity to him.

Before him was a white-haired man with red eyes.

"Who are you?" Kenchi scratched his head.

"That's not what you really want to know?... A better question is if you're dead." The man remarked all knowingly.

"Am I dead, again?"

"You're as dead as everyone here." The man respond and nervously chuckled.

Kenchi clutched the man's shoulder and smirked.

"Can you send me back?"

"I can, but why would you wanna to go back?" The man strangely smiled.

"I made a promise that I must uphold, so send me back." Kenchi clenched his fist with a determine flare in his eyes.

"Okay, but since your heart is damaged I'll have to heal it and put a seal on your magic."

"Do whatever it takes."

"In that case... Astral Magic: Time Origin."

A little golden clock appeared in front of Kenchi.

"Really, this little thing is su-" Kenchi's body stopped as in an instant a beam of light pierced him.