A Second Chance

Prologue

Footsteps could be heard echoing down the vast corridor in the palace. Soldiers, servants, and any other individuals that happened to be in their pathway stood near the walls bowing out of both respect and fear as the three highest children passed by. Clad in black long sleeve and long leg stretchable material fit as a second skin, silver armor outlined in red, white gloves, white gold tip knee high boots and with red capes draped over their shoulders, the two royal Tekaarian males and female made their way silently to the Counslet Hall where they were requested by the All Mighty, the Emperor. Distress was written on their faces, worn by the many years of battle. At first glance, you would believe that they were in their late thirties yet they were only in their early twenties. One of the males sighed. "What's wrong, Yodit?" The other male asked to his exasperated brother. "It's nothing Wing… I jus hope it's not the Changelings again." The group of three traveled the rest of the way in silence.

The doors to the Counslet Hall opened upon their arrival. The guards on either side of the doors bowed as the siblings passed by. "Father, you wanted to see us?" the female triplet stated more than asked when she was within ten meters of her Emperor. "Yes…" He sighed despondent. He didn't want to do this, for his children had just come home from a near-death experience. But he had no choice. The Tekaarian race was quickly diminishing and more over there were barley enough men in his army to fight off a small elite of their adversaries. He would go along, but he had a battle against the Sayains. "Is everything alright father?" His daughter inquired him. "No, we are having trouble with the Cold Empire again. They have attacked the planet Zimpher and we have lost contact with our elite there two days ago." Emperor Tekaar sighed and sat at the head of the fifty-setter conference table. He propped his head full of white hair in his hands. Yodit sighed; he just knew the Changelings had something to do with this meeting. He walked over to his father and placed a hand on his shoulder to provide condolence. 'If only times could be better.' Yodit's heart sank at the thought of his father passing away soon. Emperor Tekaar's health was failing rapidly and his body only promised a couple more years of existence. "Soon father, this will all end." "Yes, I'm sure it will."

The imperial four settled in stillness for awhile. "When do we depart?" "You will be leaving as soon as you are prepared. The Shojan is by now equipped and complete for you. You should be readying yourself as of now… You are dismissed." Yodit, Wing and their sister, Neoshii, kneeled on one knee bring their right fist to their shoulders. "Yes sire." The trio warriors stood and left the Emperor's presence. "How are you feeling? You've been quiet all the while." Wing asked Neoshii as they made their way to the docking bay. "I'm just fine. I have nothing to speak about, that's all." "Just checking?" Neoshii smiled in return.

After the long travel, Princess Neoshii, Prince Wing, and Prince Yodit finally reached their destination. "Your majesties, the Shojan await you. Please, follow me." The loyal solider escorted the Princes and Princess to the ship. Neoshii closed her eyes and let her senses guide her. She had a strong feeling of déjà vu. Somehow, the meeting with her father, the battle that lied ahead, it all seemed all too familiar. Laying her thoughts to rest, she concentrated on her upcoming battle.

Before they knew it, Yodit, Wing, and Neoshii were saluting good-bye to their father and fellow comrades. They were strapped securely into their seats. Departing from the atmosphere wasn't the bad part of the ride; it was actually the navigation through the battles that occurred right outside the ambiance of the planet.

The trio siblings watched in horror as their worst nightmare unfolded. It all went in slow motion. Lord Frieza's ship gradually approached the magnetic filed of Tekaar, getting closer and closer to the royal children's home planet. Neoshii watched her brothers give out orders to the operators of their vessel, yet she heard nothing. Everything was mute. This was what that feeling was, Tekaar's kismet. The Tekaarian vessel made a sharp u-turn in pursuit of the Changeling craft. The Shojan fired after the enemy ship, causing little to no damage. In the distance, Neoshii and her brothers gazed ahead as Frieza's ship shot a single, yet very powerful beam towards the planet Tekaar. Neoshii wanted to scream, but couldn't find herself to move. Within seconds, Tekaar was no more. Many of the crew members on board wailed in desperation others just stood in shock. Again everything moved at a slow pace. From the rear of the Changeling ship, a blast was shot at the Tekaarian space vessel. Neoshii opened her mouth to give out orders, but nothing came forth. Now it was too late. Their doom had been sealed.

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Blackness…Peace…Serenity….Tranquility

Wing, Yodit, and Neoshii could live in that void for all eternity. Everything was so calm. Nothing moved. Time did not exist. Was this heaven? They floated aimlessly in what seemed to be in any direction. Then ahead, they saw a dim light that gradually neared. Then the light was traveling at rapid speed, and soon enough, the three found themselves engulfed by the whiteness. After the light died down, they could see baby blue, white puffs, and the green tops of trees. Did they officially reach heaven? Is this what the afterlife is like?