A man clad in black armor and a black robe stands before a window, on a starship, looking down upon the planet known as earth, deep in thought.

Verian's POV

My life was not always this perfect; new family and friends. Being the last of one's kind can be . . . lonely. But I was not always alone, one time my

planet was filled with life. Now it's just a barren wasteland; unlivable, unforgivable. They came and destroyed my home, my people . . . my family.

The Zerg. I led my people against them; they came to our planet and tried to take over. But we were Argerians, we don't surrender. We fought

for our home, but we were massacred. Like all people from Argor, I am a changeling; my form can change to anything I can think of. It often

depends on my mood. Everyone on my planet had this ability, but the Alphas were the strongest. We contained the greatest power ever known.

We called it Darkness. It was too great for our own good. That's why we became a peaceful people. That was until they came. I was the only one to

survive, I stowed away on one of the enemies ships and escaped. But once on board the darkness became too great and took over my body. For

years I flew into a rage and killed everything in sight. I can't remember everything but I went from planet to planet, trying to quench my blood

thirst but it only made it worse. The all-powerful being Chaos sent his best assassin to kill me. I was thrown in and out of fits of rage. She chased

me across the stars. One time when I stopped and the darkness receded, she found me; broken, sad, and confused. Two hundred years of having

no one else to talk to was hard. But I survived, like I always do. Everyone thought I was a monster that was out to kill them. They had created

stories about me, the good, the bad, the ugly. Her orders were to terminate the threat, at all costs. She made a different call.

She somehow calmed me down enough for me to talk in complete sentences. Slowly I told her my story. I never really knew what I was saying

because I was too focused on her appearance. I found out she was as old as I was. She was average sized for a girl of our age, graceful, slim, and

beautiful. She had dark brown hair that flowed past her shoulders; high cheek bones, perfect lips, but what really intrigued me was her eyes. They

were golden, literally golden except for the irises. They were pitch black. They bore into me as I told my story. She softened to me as I told her

why I had done the things I did, but it didn't mean I didn't regret it.

"My name is Skylar, what is yours," she said.

"Verian, Verian Cross" I told her. I really didn't want to get run through by her sword.

"Well, Verian, seeing as you are no longer a threat. Under my control, I am going to take you to Lord Chaos to see if he will revoke the order to kill you."

"Fair enough, I guess."

"Don't worry too much," she says "I will not hurt you."

And she doesn't, we talk the whole ride, on a starship to the Void. A place unreachable unless led by someone from the inside getting to know one

another better. But unfortunately the place is not safe from treason on the inside (which I found out soon enough). I learned she is a daughter of

Universe and Cosmos. The Co-Rulers of the Void along with Chaos and Order. Once the ship landed, she walks me to the palace in the center of

the city that the people have come to call The Citadel. As we approach the throne room, I start to get nervous on whether this is a smart idea.

"Verian?" She asks, "Whats wrong?"

"Something is wrong, can't you sense it."

She pauses a little too long for my comfort, "Yes, ever since we landed." She looks around one more time, and says, "C'mon, it's probably

nothing."

Oh, how wrong she was.

3RD Person POV

We walked into the throne room, and for the first time, Verian met his maker.

"Skylar, your orders were to kill this demon." Universe stated rather rudely.

"I know father, but Verian is not our enemy, please just hear his story before you make a decision."

"NO, the boy is to be terminated." Screamed Universe.

"Brother, I have a feeling what your daughter says about this man is true. Though his powers are out of control, with a bit of training

he may be of use to us." Chaos defended.

"Fine." Grumbles Universe.

So, he tells them his story, from his birth to his entrance to the Void.

"Yes, he may be the very hero that we have been looking for." Mused Order.

"He is too dangerous and chaotic; he is not to be trusted." Says Universe.

"Mother, please, believe what I say, what he says. Was I not once the same way. You all gave me the chance. What make him so different?" Skylar

screams.

Cosmos has a silent conversation with her daughter before saying "You value his life and skill in battle as much as your own? Can you see

him as an ally? His heart and spirit are broken from the loss of his people, are you sure that you can vouch for him?"

"I can heal him, just give him a chance," she turns to Lord Chaos stating, "You yourself have watched him from the beginning, you have seen his

skill. He could be the very person to lead our armies to victory against the Zerg."

"Let's put it to a vote then," says Chaos.

Universe abstains from the boys survival, but Chaos, Order, and Cosmos vote for him to live. (Though Cosmos has a different reason. This boy could

be the very reason why she can sense her daughter's feelings being poured into the argument)

Just as the vote is cast a man walks into the room holding a gun, but no one has noticed his arrival yet. He brings up the gun, lines up the shot

taking aim at Skylar, and fires.

A loud bang is heard as well as a softer thud. The shot never made it to kill Skylar; the bullet was intercepted by Verian. And now, as the gunman is

apprehended, all ten eyes turn to the young man, who just saved the life of the daughter of a man who wants to kill him. The same young man who

is bleeding out on the floor of a sacred room. The same young man who is willing to sacrifice his life for the girl who gave him another fighting

chance.