Chapter 1: "It used to be chaos control"
Crystal the Arctic Fox was getting tired, but she kept walking anyway. She had began her journey from the colder parts of Mobius after her mother had sensed the she was needed in one of Mobius's more temperate regions. Divination was in her mother's blood and she trusted her mother's prophecy, even if neither of them knew yet what Crystal was needed for. Crystal's father was a powerful photomancer and Crystal had some of his skills as well. Crystal's sensitive ears had been hearing distant sounds of alarms as well as the sounds of metal upon metal and weapons firing for a few minutes, so she knew she was getting close to something of importance. She recalled her mother's intonation: "Go to the spire of metal where the Emeralds are held. There, you will find your journey". Crystal climbed to the top of a hill and found what she was looking for. It was metallic tower illuminated by floodlights. She could smell burnt earth and see craters as if explosives had been used near the outskirts of the base. The inner parts were littered with metallic debris. As she was studying the tower, she heard a faint crash and one of the floodlights went out suddenly. Crystal cautiously advanced towards the base when a vision hit her. She saw the remnants of a missile on the ground and then herself jumping into a wave of white light. Her divination sense told her that she must repeat this vision exactly as she saw it in order to save someone small, though she didn't know who or what they looked like.
Crystal considered the vision, and suddenly noticed the spire in front of her being consumed by white light. Frantically, she scanned the ground nearby for a missile like the one she'd seen. Not seeing it, she ran forward, ignoring her tired legs. Crystal saw the missile on the ground and barely managed to jump into the white light at the right place. "I'm coming!" she thought to herself as the light consumed her and she passed out.