Here's Chapter 1 for y'all, I realised I didn't need to change anything for this one. I'm also writing this story into three parts or so. This is Part I, Change.

Kyrallei

Broken Trust

"Rythian!" called Zoey. It was the anniversary of when Blackrock Stronghold was finally rebuilt, and they were getting a party ready. The sun was high in the sky and party decorations were strewn around the place, checked tablecloths on the picnics tables with plastic plates and cutlery placed in the middle of each. It was a sight to see, the stronghold draped with banners painted all the colours under the sky - unlike its usual black and white self. The light breeze ruffled the tips of the grass and flowers, sending pollen floating softly into the air, every so often descending slowly before the wind picked them up again and carried them off somewhere else.

Zoey was still getting ready for the party, quickly washing off the paint from her body and dressing in a casual outfit, her hair down, and her goggles perched high on her head. Teep wasn't really dressed up, but he did get a dark blue necktie for the special occasion.

They were looking everywhere for Rythian, they wanted him to get ready for the party. They've looked everywhere outside: in the mineshaft, around the mooshroom farm, in Teep's tower, even in the marsh and the graves. Zoey flitted from door to door, calling his name over and over again as Teep ran around the farm and searched the mineshaft, waving his tiny green arms in frustration.

Meanwhile, Rythian was practicing. He's been trying to control his teleportation power for a while now, and this was the final test. He was in a dark cave, alert and on the lookout for mobs. When he was sure there was not a single soul around, he relaxed, his guard still up. He closed his eyes and concentrated on his room in Blackrock Stronghold, with its basalt walls and marble floor. He felt a tingle in his fingers, travelling up his arms, causing him to shake violently. It hurt. It hurt so badly he was about to scream. But he kept going. Clenching his teeth, he gripped his pickaxe until his knuckles turned white. He had to do it. It was the final test. He saw purple.

The pain subsided suddenly, and Rythian gasped for air. He opened his eyes to find himself in his room with purple dust floating around him. He checked himself for any missing body parts, but he found himself whole and healthy.

He sighed in relief. He did it. After years of self-training, he did it. He didn't throw up, lose his legs or even leave his clothes behind. He could teleport. Coming to his senses, He realised he was covered in mud, blood and sweat. He needed a shower.

Stepping into the shower, he felt his muscles relax under the lukewarm water. He sighed in release. The sound of the shower beating down onto his exposed back muffled the noise of Zoey and Teep shouting his name, leaving him oblivious. He switched off the shower and wrapped his dripping hair in a towel, pulling on some trousers before facing the mirror.

His fingers gently stroked the wound on his right cheek, the wound he had ever since he was a child. It hadn't healed yet, after all these years. Lifting up the loose folds of skin, he peered closely at the black layer of skin under his 'human' skin. He lightly ran a finger over the 'skin', wincing. Leaving his skin, he traced a scar to the corner of his mouth – consisting of razor-sharp marble-white teeth, his jaws stretching from ear to ear. He hated it. His scars, his mouth, even his blonde streak. He was born with the normal, chocolate-brown hair, until the blonde showed up. He hissed. It reminded him of Duncan, and his 'sciences'. He tied his mask around his wrist for the moment then he reached for his shirt.

Zoey was floating close to the front doors, extremely worried. Teep was trying to comfort her, but he really wasn't doing much to help. She was over-talking, speaking too quickly she talked gibberish. Suddenly, she had an idea. The one place she didn't check.

The bathroom.

She shot upwards, twirling around, before descending into the mage tower and sprinting to the bathroom.

"Rythian! Rythian!" called Zoey, slamming the bathroom door open.

Rythian instinctively spun round and faced the door, forgetting that he wasn't wearing his mask. He covered his mouth in horror when he realised who was standing in front of him.

"Zoey? Zoey, it's not what you think - ," started Rythian, breaking down under her cold, hard stare.

"Not what I think? It's not what I think?!" shouted Zoey, tears starting to trickle down her face. "I knew. You knew I knew. Yet you never showed me what was under the mask. I know what you are now." She took in a deep breath.

"You're a monster." She ran as fast as she could, as far as she could, away from him, leaving the tears to flow.

Rythian was alone, the water from his wet hair trickling down his back. He screamed. A blood-curdling scream. He crashed around, punching walls. He had to get out of here. Zoey. His best friend. He had to go. He faced the mirror once again.

It was too much. Too much. His eyes glowed with a bright purple hue and his mouth opened into a wide, gaping hole. A high screeching noise emanated from his mouth, his eyes turning brighter and whiter every second.

Then he was gone.