Deep within the jungle, men wearing white armour, holding their guns, marching into patterns of left to right while surrounding of a fence where a site was lying across those gates. Bones of giant lizards, reddish of the flesh of their owner, could be seen. Carcasses of those animals could be seen, and felt by other animals, unlike the humanoid ones standing there.

"Hurry up and skin that thing, or eles, your payment will be the one who shall I cut!"

Shouted a fat man, as the superiority gaze filled into other males like him. His men were working hard, holding of tools meant to dig, like them, wearing less than an armour carried by the soldier's bodies, but a piece of cloth enough to suffice their claim of fresh breeze in a tropical land like that, as the sweat of their faces fall above from the rotten body to another.

"(Those bastards... To think this time the black marketeer had gone that far!? He just keep messing with the balance. This time, I'll kill him... for good.)"

A boy, whose blonde hair waves under a siege across the green, watches keenly with his eyes the carnage. A pile of deceased giant reptilian beings began to stink. They are know... as the Dinosaurs. The ancient rulers of ancient times, long before the existence of human societies.

A man heard the sound of leaves falling in the woods. He followed where the sound came, pointing his gun at the trees. How foolish he was, to be caught into the trap and not pull the trigger of his gun before-

"WRRRYYYYYY!"

A shriek was heard by a man passing throught the trees. As the boy jumped and attacked, the inner anger erupted from his like a volcan spreading his lava until it reaches the ocean. Standing above the human creature, a victim who had not even a second to shout, anything that boy could use as a weapon was enough to suffice his hate. His nails... Without mercy, the boy cut the man's throath with his own nails. Not common nails, but dinosaur nails. The arms, plenty of a scaly blue skin, tore the man's neck, as a giant tail surrounded it, squeezing enough to suffocate him, and a jaw opened to swallow his head. A dinosaur jaw, resembling a Velociraptor, belonging to the boy who attacked him.

A boy with the ability to change into a dinosaur, a human reptile...To think he belonged to the same speciment as the ones destroying the environment... Then, who was the savage one? Was it really necessary to pour the blood of that worker? A train of thought of his demanded an answer. He carefully analised himself and his action. The planet claimed for help, and only that boy could do a thing. Even kill. To pay with the same coin, but a coin has it other side. Was there another way to prevent a carnage instead of provoking another? There must be a way to resolve this.

Just only one word. Rebellion.

Before that boy came to live in that planet, he used to live on another land, as his mind told in onto bland and unclear memories of steel. He had that power before he came to live in this planet of dinosaurs, and so he had the power of the same excuse for human he killed. He remembers cleary that his speciment rebels against another. Betrayal, power, corruption, lies, famine, lust... How did he came to belong to the same kind of animal he delightfully watched his soul fly like a bird away from his body?

"W-Who the hell are you!?" A voice was heard. Maybe the soul of his went flying to his ears instead of heaven, he thought. Instead, the same one was alive, in bad condition to not even be able to share of his voice clearly as the last scream thought to be his 'last'.

"It doesn't matter!" The boy grabbed his neck. He wasn't able to do anything. Only stare at the figure above him, and find an answer. "Tell me, why are you killing?"

"K-KilLing... I dOn't... Undes-r-stAnd..."

"The dinos, how silly of you!" Demanded the boy, raising of his sharp nails, pressing the man's aorta. He didn't responded, but his lips spelled to him of his memories, seemingly from the place the man belonged.

"EeArth... I waNt... Helen... Er-eAr-rth..."

"Say it, damnit! Or this thumb is going into your eye!"

"..."

"(This ain't no good. He's dead, but still I feel his pulse. If, at least, one word came from his mouth...)"

"...pire... E-mpire... EmpIrE... eMpiRe..."

Only a word came, repeated throught a minute, but that boy could only hear it four times, even knowing his earsight is good, but it couldn't deal with the whispers of a dead man.

"(He's dead. His pulse... won't beat anymore. It wasn't a waste of time. The last words threw away from his mouth were 'Empire'? I wonder what-)"

"What the fuck is th-AAAAAAAARGH!"

The fat man came to see what happened. He heard of the scream coming from the woods, and went there to see for himself the situation with what remained of his eyes. For a second, his face became a huge tissue, devoid of an ounce of emotion, and expressions that resulted in a fear that dissapeared from the sight of the dinosaur, or is it a boy?

"The Empire... Earth..." The boy said, before he dissapeared, vanishing into the woods he belonged, on his own this time.

Meanwhile, the sound and the shaking of the ground could be heard by him, and the other animals and plants felt of the same. Sustained by wheels in contact with the ground, giant machines, seem from a distance by the eye of his, resembling tractors, hovering with their shovels as they dissasemble the soil of the planet where those bodies were lying, like a jaw eating of the flesh belonging to others and what's left of the meal.

Given his task to supervise the work done, a man stands atop them all, on a spaceship that treats those tractors and humans like toys. From his back, a figure wearing a dark cloak rises, from the shadows, and touches his shoulder.

"AAH! L-Luxu? Ahem. Forgive me, but weren't you traveling in space, with Master?"

"Yes. The worlds all beings created by god live, the air they breathe, the house built by the man for his wife, the rooms where their children lie on their beds... it's all but a 'space' between a 'space' and another part of the 'space', don't you think?"

"Yeah, uh... I agree, somehow, in your words."

"However, there are some places you can't reach. You can only travel between 'space', unless you can create space where there isn't nothing but a void. Now, tell me: Does a guinea pig believes the space, where its founder, a scientist, creator of the world the creature he took care resides within, hid from the sight of his experiment, is a fake one? Have you been told that since you were young you were supposed to do 'A', than seek for your dreams to do 'B', instead? Fake or not fake, real or a piece of a dream, to be understood or not, a space is a space is a space, and it remains a space. My space, your space, all components of the space we live."

"But not even space is perfect, I guess. So what if, like, there's a void inside a space?"

"...Is the sand of a desert useless as the smile left of a snail, perhaps? Each void... they must be filled, or else, the purpouse of a space is lost. Everything has a purpouse, except the void. The nothing has no purpouse, except to be nothing. Many people these days wished they could return to the void, back to the square one, so they could restore what they long lost throught years, centuries, eons. Are the people evolving or just taking the backseat for the will of nothing? A space changes, unfortunately. Like a child becomes an adult, someday, leaving behind of their fantasies and dreams. A dream is nothing but an ephemeral space, the imperfect host of the fantasies that die and are meant to die within it. Each dream you had lasts, for at least, less than 4 hours, when you're in a deep slumber. But the time you use day in day out has no effect on dreams. Nothing makes sense on dreams. A surreal bond that exists between reality and fantasy is broke when you dream, but it doesn't last too long."

"Well, I got nothing else of doubt left about this space you were talking about, but it's good that you're helping us out of this, Luxu. So, what we're gonna do with those dinos?"

"The purpouse of the proud work of your men will be seem, as a compensation for the years of enlightening I gave for you. Now, I must leave, in order so I give the Counsil a prize they reclaim."

"So be it. Have a good day, Luxu (Strange. Wasn't he irritated a few days ago, when Master came to tell his name was 'Xigbar' instead of 'Luxu'? I wonder what happened...)"

Turning his back from the man he talked with, Luxu, once knew as Xigbar, goes throught the corridor until he reachs of his personal spaceship. After accomodating himself on the seat, he releases it to launch him above the planet's atmosphere, freed from his gravity and climate. Now, he thinks of his obscure alternatives, in relation of his discovery on what he, at first sight, supposed to be more of the same mere debris, but it was the corpse of Luke Skywalker, the vampire. He gazed to that body, before he opened contact with someone, a friend of his.

"You're the one who gave Luke this power he couldn't handle... Maybe, if I could contact you, you could change his mind?..."