Chapter 1: The Arrival
The scene opens with a breathtaking shot of Earth—fifty years into the future.
The world has evolved. Towering holographic billboards line the skyline of Nova Eden, the heart of technological advancement. Flying cars glide through the air, neon signs flicker, and pedestrians walk along illuminated pathways.
But amidst the grandeur of human progress, unseen forces stir beyond the stars.
Deep in space, an intense battle unfolds—a clash of light and darkness, two figures locked in combat.
The Pink Figure moves with desperate grace, her glowing wings flickering erratically, as if running low on energy. Opposite her, the Green Figure hovers with terrifying poise, her emerald aura pulsating like a living shadow.
Their weapons clash, sending out bursts of radiant energy, the sheer force distorting space around them.
Suddenly, the Green Figure hurls a beam of concentrated emerald energy forward. It strikes the Pink Figure's chest, sending her spiraling backward.
The Pink Figure grips six glowing crystals close to her body, her breath ragged.
Green Figure (eldritch voice, in an unknown language): "Xyr'voth xal varin! Zyth ka nyr."
("Give me the Crystals! They do not belong to you.")
She raises a clawed hand, preparing another blast.
The Pink Figure, struggling to stand, grits her teeth.
Pink Figure (in an unknown language, defiant): "Vey nyr xalor vel! Zyrith vex."
("You will have to kill me first! I will not surrender.")
The Green Figure smiles—a sharp, unnatural grin.
Green Figure (mocking, voice dripping with malice): "Zyrith vex."
("Gladly.")
She launches another attack, but the Pink Figure twists midair, dodging at the last second. Their battle intensifies, their glowing figures streaking across the darkness of space.
Suddenly, they descend toward Earth's atmosphere, their auras blazing like falling stars.
Back on Earth, inside a dimly lit tech lab, a lone figure sits before a massive computer screen, eyes locked onto an anomalous cosmic signal.
Data scrolls rapidly. A sudden spike. Then another.
The figure leans forward, adjusting his glasses. The screen flashes a warning—something is entering the atmosphere.
He smirks.
Eric (grabbing his equipment): "Gotcha."
He grabs his phone, jacket, nose mask, and specialized tracking device, then heads out into the city.
The two battling figures pierce through Earth's atmosphere, igniting like meteors.
The impact shakes the land, a fiery explosion erupting in the depths of a secluded forest outside Nova Eden.
The Pink Figure rises from the rubble, her body flickering with exhaustion. The crystals lie scattered, their glow dimming.
She stumbles forward, gathering them with shaking hands.
With a heavy breath, she holds them close, whispering an incantation.
Pink Figure (weakly, in her language): "Xalith verion… Veyth xal vey."
("Go… find those who are worthy.")
The middle piece of each crystal detaches and shoots into the sky, disappearing into the distance.
She collapses, her energy fading.
Eric—now outside his parked hoverbike, scanning his tracking device—pushes through the dense trees toward the crash site.
But he isn't alone.
The A.E.G.I.S. operatives have also arrived, their advanced weaponry drawn, voices sharp through their comms.
Agent 1 (behind cover, whispering): "They found it too…"
Eric crouches low, moving carefully through the underbrush.
A sudden rustling.
He tenses, slowly reaching for his pocket knife.
A shadow moves. He holds his breath.
Then…
A rabbit hops out of the bushes.
He exhales in relief.
Eric (muttering): "Phew… just a rabbit."
Then, suddenly, a faint pink glow illuminates behind him.
His stomach drops.
He turns slowly—and his eyes widen in sheer horror.
Standing over him… is the Pink Figure.
He lets out a bloodcurdling scream.
Darkness. Faint voices. A strange warmth.
Eric's eyes flutter open.
His head pounds. Something is pressing on his chest.
A rabbit.
Eric (groaning): "Ugh… my head."
A soft female voice speaks.
Pink Figure (curious, in her language): "Veyth xalor…?"
("Are you unharmed?")
Eric blinks. He turns—
—and sees her.
His breath catches.
She's twice his height, glowing, ethereal.
He yelps, scrambling backward.
Pink Figure (raising her hands, urgently): "Xyrith vex! Xalor ve—"
("Wait! Don't—")
Eric (panicking): "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?!"
She tilts her head, confused.
Pink Figure (to herself, frustrated): "Xal'verion nyr vex…"
("He doesn't understand…")
She gestures wildly, pointing at him, then to the crash site, then to her own wounds.
Eric (hesitant): "…What?"
She steps closer.
He steps back.
She frowns.
Frustrated, she grabs a stick and starts drawing symbols into the dirt.
Eric watches, wary. He squints at the markings.
"…Oh."
Something clicks.
She's not attacking him.
She's asking for help.
"…You need me?"
She nods eagerly.
He hesitates, then slowly extends a hand.
But suddenly—
The ground trembles.
A sickly green glow pulses from the crater.
The Pink Figure stiffens, eyes widening in fear.
From the wreckage, the Green Figure emerges, her wounds bleeding emerald, her body swaying but still powerful.
Her eyes glow with pure malice.
The A.E.G.I.S. operatives open fire—
Blue energy beams scorch the air—
And she takes a direct hit.
She stumbles, groaning in pain, smoke rising from the impact wounds.
Then—she smirks.
With a weak wave of her hand, she unleashes the aura.
The soldiers scream, their bodies twisting, eyes burning green.
They rise… as undead.
Green Figure (grinning, voice darkly amused): "Xal'zor lyth, nyth vel. Xyrrath'kyal valyx."
("Your lives end, but your service begins. Now… obey.")
The undead snap to attention.
One A.E.G.I.S. soldier—Eric's former squadmate— screams as the undead seize him, dragging him toward her.
She tilts her head, intrigued.
Green Figure (softly, smirking): "Veyth nyr… Xalor ka vey."
("Perhaps… you have value.")
The Pink Figure, voice trembling, speaks telepathically.
Pink Figure: "Run."
Eric doesn't hesitate.
He bolts toward his hoverbike—leaving behind the battlefield of the damned.
TO BE CONTINUED…