"Protege me a malitia!" A hoarse voice rang out across the darkened waste. "Zim! Stop!" A young woman with blond, spiky hair hit the ground as a green flash slammed into her, the spell barely holding against it.
Scorch marks splashed the ground all around the area. Great furrows had been raked across the ground, and here and there a crater. The battle had been going continuously since she had found him, naked and covered in green blood that wasn't his. She'd hoped she could spark some kind of recognition from him, but the moment she moved into view, he'd launched at her.
Now the moon hung high in the sky, the stars shining down, coldly illuminating the stark, green form that mocked her. It crouched nearby, laughing delightedly.
"Dead fish plays good!" He crooned. "Plays long time. Dead fish keep playing? Or lose now?"
Tunaghost lay where she was a moment, assessing the situation. No one had come for hours, not even to look, which meant something had gone horribly wrong. Most likely, she was on her own. There would be no backup, and no witness to even warn the rest what had happened to Zim.
"You're going to break both your sisters' hearts, you know." She growled. "Seeing what you turned into."
"Dead fish plays nasty." Zim's head tilted to the side, grinning. "But Zim doesn't care. Zim go play with sisters too, when you lose." His antennae twitched slowly, and his body began to glow green.
Groaning, Tunaghost staggered to her feet, readying another shielding spell. She wasn't giving up. He'd have to get through her to return to his family, and she'd give them as much time as she could. Hopefully someone would come.
Someone had to, she could only hold out for so long.
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Note: Short prologue is short. But Merry Christmas, and here we go.