A Prince Stranded (10/05/2306 AD)

Space destabilised and reality itself shattered, shunting a young and rather terrified Oyan into the watery environment.  His green energy was barely enough to shield him from the pressure as the water crashed in around him, forcing the pocket of air that had been transported with him to the surface, and forcing the young channeler to follow. 

As he breathed his first breath of Terran air, he couldn’t help but shake the eerie feeling that crept around him.  His entire environment felt foreign, out of sync with him somehow and he was alien to it.  Even the magic in this strange land felt tainted… contaminated by some other force, one that it clung to like a girl in love.  This strange interaction made it quite difficult for him to channel, one of the main reasons that even with his father’s energy type he had failed to shield the full effects of the waters crashing in on him.  The young Oya cursed to himself as he swam to shore, looking around at the prosperous city that stood before him.  The language of this land was exceedingly foreign to him, and their style of dress caused him to stick out like a sore thumb, forcing him to engage his natural stealth as he moved through the cities trying to avoid the people.

As he made it into a nearby alley he sighed, feeling an almost overwhelming pity for the humans that inhabited the city.  Where he had come from they would most likely have been discarded at birth because of their defect, it was a strange site to see so many of them in a single place.  As he closed his eyes and concentrated, he did his best to search for the nearest channeler, an action that brought him to a terrifying but somewhat comforting realisation: there was not a channeler for miles. 

“What is this place?”  The green haired man cursed to himself, jumping from the alley as two people turned into it, landing atop the four storeys building on the left and looking down.

From his perch now he surveyed his surroundings.  The city seemed peaceful; in fact he could not sense any defensive measures in his vicinity at all.  Their technology seemed to be advanced as well as their social prowess, as their buildings stretched as high as those in his homeland of Itam.  Their transport was a bit more rudimentary however, as they relied on vehicles rather than more direct forms of transportation, like teleportation and he could sense no magic at all in any of their structures, causing him to wonder exactly how they powered everything.  As he pondered this, his head rose to the sky, causing him to note the thick smog that rose from a number of thelower but more robust buildings.  This was strange to him, as they seemed to burn without being consumed.  As he focuses his vision and scanned the facility, he noted a number of energy conversion devices, extracting energy from a number of mediums, which they used as fuel, a source of power that was long since abandoned by his people.

“What else do these people do?”  He inquired to himself as he traversed the rooftops as stealthily as possible, masking his presence visually while he did his best to suppress his magical signature.

As he moved he thought back to the battle that he brought him to this point, to the way that he was forced to watch as his Royal Guard were slaughtered, and how he was forced to resort to running from his opponent rather than facing him.  It had been the first time that he had seen a man that was strong enough to shrug of the power of his Veranos, and the White variant that his father had developed, a technique passed down only to the Kings of Itam.

Questions raced through his mind now: was the technique inadequate or had he just been too weak to dispatch his opponent?  Had his father been there would the outcome have been different?  Would his father be safe with the menace still at large, and what would happen to his little brother?  Would he ever see his home again?  These questions were too hard for the seventeen-year-old prince, who did his best to suppress his building emotions, his stealth flickering momentarily before he could compose himself once more.

His exploration of the small town near the lake, didn’t take very long given his high speed, so it wasn’t long before he could home in on the phasic disturbance and return to the site of his entry into this plain.  As he returned however, he noted that the disturbance had shrunk quite noticeably.  The young prince was forced to sit and watch as the only gate to his home closed before his eyes.  It’s closing was accompanied by a large crash that shook the earth for miles, startling the young man who powered up to full and braced himself for what was to come.