A Child's First... (10/05/2306 AD)

On the other side of the world in Japan, a baby cried for the first time, having lived a silent existence for the few hours since its birth.  The doctor in charge of the delivery had found it quite odd that such an exceptionally healthy child would be so quiet at birth, though he was forced to note that it was more as if the child refused to cry than if it couldn’t cry at all.  What he found more odd was the mother’s pleasure with the child, watching as her son lay their, eerily quiet as the beads of sweat ran down her own forehead.  It was almost as if she was admiring his resolve.

Given this, he was quite relieved when the child uttered its first cry, a cry that came at the exact moment of the cataclysm that struck Long Island, the same cataclysm that the young prince was trying his best to escape.

Back in Long Island, the young prince had began to back-pedal as fast as he could, as the earth itself began to crumble beneath his feet.  He could tell that this was no mere earthquake, as its commencement began the instant that the disturbance stabilised; additionally, it was not as if the ground was shaking.  As he turned to break into a full dash, he noted that the ground was literally disintegrating, as if the Entropy in the area had been multiplied exponentially and was now spreading with the rift as the epicentre.  Could this be some kind of attack from the channelers locked on the other side?  Was it that important to garauntee his death?  Would they even know if the attack worked… how could they if the gate closed?  He inquired to himself as he accelerated at full tilt, zipping past countless people that had already been sentenced to their doom.  A tear was left in his wake, a tear shed for those who would go to their death with such carefree oblivion.  For a second he almost envied them, but not even for that second did he wish to join them, there was too much left for him to do.  He would need to get back home and repay those who had done this to him, and ensure that they would never do it to anyone again.  For a second, his concentration faultered as his speed dropped ever so slightly, costing him more than an inch off of the unkempt ponytail that he kept, forcing his mind back into a state of concentration as he continued to accelerate, barely managing to keep outside of the disintegration zone.

As he blazed past countless people, their faces ceased to register to him, simply becoming blurs to even his boosted perception.  Flames engulfed his form causing him to shoot forward, giving him a further boost in acceleration, allowing him to go for just a few more seconds before the wave of destruction ceased its pursuit, and entropy returned to normal.

As he attempted to stop, he tripped, causing him to fall and roll nearly a hundred metres before he skated to a stop, looking up at the landscape behind him to observe the decimation.  The once thriving city now lay in ruins, countless innocents having died in the Oyan war that spilled over into their fragile world.  The lake had grown considerably, and the water level had dropped, revealing a few buildings that now stuck out of their watery grave.  The boy noted that the destruction wave was not absolute, as fractions of buildings had survived, causing him to return to the now decimated city to commence a rescue and evacuation attempt.  As he saw it, only half the blood of these people would be on the force that was on the other end of what he assumed to be an attack, the other half of that blood rested on him, and he would do his best to pay off that debt. 

Unfortunately, his rescue attempt was not very fruitful.  For a second he had forgetten just how fragile humans were without the ability channel, and even with his weak healing abilities he was only able to save just a handful of the people who had not been disintegrated, as many of them were killed by the flood of water and the buildings collapsing around them.

“More loss…”  He sighed as he carried the survivor to the outskirts of the decimated area, powering up and exploding a pillar of light into the air, a beacon to someone to lend the refugees assistance.

As help arrived, their saviour vanished, leaving the now very confused refugees to question just what had happened, while on the otherside of the world, a child’s first tears were wiped from his eyes by a loving mother allowing the mere 6 hour old baby to sleep.  As the doctors left the room of the unknowingly widowed mother, the closed the door labelled Sarah Mirakama.