A figure as dark as obsidian with blazing hair more vibrant than the sun, hands of molten glass, stood over Matsya’s sleeping face. Fire spewed from his lips and every blink dimmed the room. Clad in plaid flannel garments gave height to his already tall figure. Indeed, it was Ignis, another student of the temple, Ronald’s child.

  “Stop cackling! Goodness, this room is hot enough without your nonsense,” Hau clamored.

  “Shouldn’t have knocked the poor fool out! Hahaha!” Ignis was cursed to always laugh, this way it could stifle his destructive tendencies, however the constant activity also livened up his insides; making him burn hotter and hotter. The pain of constantly burning on the inside made the curse not all that bad in his eyes.

  “I thought the punk could handle it. I mean he created this big ball of water, you’d think he had more stamina!”

  Crashing the boards, his wings made him dance into the tight corners of the room. “Hau, you seriously need to clean this place up,” Monaha said.

  “It ain’t me, it’s all Robin’s crap. I clean this place up, and then what, he comes back from a long mission and turns this place back into a dump. I give up! I’m not his damn maid!”

  Why do they even bother pairing these two together? Monaha questioned.

  “Yo Monkey, I thought you had mountain training?” Ignis asked.

  “Ah, I finished up pretty quickly, honestly I was expecting to come back with Matsya finishing the errand. However, instead, I got a report for this…”

  “Hahahahahaha! I know, this bitch completely wasted his ass just cause he knocked! Hahaha!”

  “Wait a second… You were watching?!” Hau sharpened her claws.

  “Ah, oops…”

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  “You!”

  “Both of you, settle down. I’ll take Matsya to the infirmary and we’ll—” Monaha paused.

  “What’s wrong Monkey?”

  “Did you hear that?” Monaha focused his ears to the wind. “We’re being attacked, the barrier, someone has entered without permission. Leave Matsya here and let’s go!”

  “Aye!” Ignis and Hau said simultaneously.

  A flashing star zipped from rooftop to rooftop, his feet gliding through the air. In a shift of weight, his sub-light speed figure stopped, a cloud of dust falling overhead. A crescent moon fit his forehead like a third. Soft silver bangs complimented his moonlight eyes. Piercings lined his ears as if he were an art piece. His glowing feminine features were easily spotted by Monaha and crew. The lads four dazzling cuffs of segmented ponytails glimmered as rays of light shot down; eruptions leaving craters that disturbed the compound’s entrance.

  “An easterner?” Ignis asked.

  “Who cares where he’s from, he’s attacking, so we must defend,” Monaha said.

  “Tell me now, where can I find the one called Matsya Fartford?!” The moonlit lad asked in a cute tone. “Damn, this neck brace is really cumbersome,” he muttered. The lad’s attire was quite foreign, a chest plate shaped like a crescent moon turned on its side opened up to a thick cast lined with smaller moons to the brim of the boy’s chin. A glowing dragon engraved from shoulder to shoulder, hovering over a moon with an eye in the center. Baggy sleeves tucked under skin tight finger-less gloves. Down the center of his stomach was a wide black belt made of unknown fabric, a frayed border tasseled; six stars ran down the belt, each star having a point colored in, with the bottom one having its center colored. His towering metal skirt clinked, clipping the belt, or in some cases flinging it in ways that made him trip.

  Though his attire was overly elaborate, his demeanor was not, he was simple, if not considerably hot-headed to some.

  “Is this shrimp really demanding shit from us?” Hau asked herself.

  “How can you tell he’s short when he’s all the way up there? Hehehehehe!” Ignis asked.

  “I can tell when one is a shrimpy bitch just from looking.”

  The lad’s temples throbbed, he could hear every word. Gritting his teeth he flashed between Hau and Ignis before they could blink. Looking up to her face the lad shouted with no volume, and in an instant the three surrounding him flew in separate directions.

  “You vixen, daring to call me a shrimp! I, the chosen one! Luan Shao, the heir to the moon! A quick death is too honorable for you!”