Introduction: Green
Daigo, Emperor of Yofutoma, scowled. It was midnight on Tenkou Island. A cool breeze came from the west and the dew was just starting to form. He had been working nonstop on another speech for days, yet he could not get it right. Suddenly, the hair on the back of his neck stood straight up and something hit his back. Daigo swirled around to meet his attacker. Only, there was no attacker, just a plant. Had it been there before? However, something was very wrong. The moisture that was constantly in the air had disappeared, and it was suddenly very warm. Daigo looked to the Blue Moon for comfort. His jaw dropped. The Blue Moon was a violent green.
Prologue: Tempest
5 years previous:
Tempus fought the wheel as his ship, Spirit of The Apocalypse, was bashed, rolled and otherwise violently thrown about. It had been five years since he and his crew had been sent off on a desperate mission to seek aid. The forces his people had sealed away so long ago had recently cut off his communication with his homeland. He was alone with his crew. They were lost and weathered. If he didn't find help soon, his home would be lost forever. Heck, if he didn't find ANYONE soon, he'd be stuck in the mud of the planet's surface. It was amazing the Spirit had lasted this long. She was a good ship-the best in the fleet-He would be sad to see her go… He shook his head and muttered, "Snap out of it Tempus!" He must remember, he was not on this mission for his sake. He was on it for his crew, his people, for all of Arcadia.
"Temp? You still out there?" That was Tempus' younger sister, Nesmary. "Your shift's up."
"I'm here," Tempus replied, "I don't think its wise for me to go to sleep in the middle of this storm. You don't mind me stealing your watch do you, Marr?"
"Not if you don't mind me stayen' up here to bug you."
"Fair enough Marr, I could use the company."
"How long will this storm last?"
"Three minutes to another five years."
"What kind of answer is that Temp?"
"Listen Marr, for all I know this could be a sky rift."
"Hey! Don't snap at me. I'm just trying to make conversation."
"Ha ha! Sorry. We're in the same boat now, so to speak. I'm just a little edgy right now. I owe you a loqua when we get out of this."
"Durn straight!"
"On top of that, my hand to hand combat skills are terrible. Without you, I'd be a goner."
"Don't be so hard on yourself. You don't know anything about fighting on the ground, but you're the best sailor in Nocturne, and your tactical prowess are second to none."
"Thanks! Anyways, I've lost so many bar fights that I've learned to avoid them."
Nesmary grinned. "That's what you get for hanging out in sailors taverns." She replied.
"I have to be on level terms with my crew!" Tempus protested.
"Hey! I see a star!" Marr pointed to a speck of light in the distance.
"Your right! We should be out of this storm by morning!" It was Tempus' turn to grin. "Let's get cracking!"
Together, they prepared for the long night ahead.