Chapter 8

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He swiftly walked. He had to make it. A lead like this was not to be missed. He pushed and passed aside pedestrians, he ignored the red man as he darted across the road earning him well deserved horns from cars.

He could not let this opportunity pass!

It was vital as the protector of this planet. Essential! The small window of chance needed to be chased and grasped. It was his duty!

He turned into an alley and called forth his planets power beneath his feet. His steps became lighter, unbound by the weak power of gravity, he shot up the red brick building in a single leap, landing gracefully on top of the roof. The sun had not yet set as he turned his gaze up, watched out for metal birds that could spot him. Turning his head to survey the streets, the windows of tall buildings for any curious eyes that spotted him.

His window, his opportunity was closing. He needed to go! Too many times his chances slipped through his fingers like water and at long last he captured enough. There was no school trapping him, there were no family functions holding him back.

Calling upon his planets strength he flew across rooftop and in one single leap, too fast for normal eyes to see. His landing was strong and sure. No harm would come to the planets protector, so long as the living threads of this planets weaved and threaded through his being. Wind whipped through his ebony hair freely, through his clothes till he landed gracefully upon the next building. The cold winter wind was warmed by his mother-planet, ensured that her heir was protected from the cold. His face was shielded from the brunt of his haste as he approached destination of Tokyo Airport.

Upon landing he could feel the light air of miasma. Thankfully it was weak, but not for the common folk. He found a prone body of an airport worker and his co-worker sprawled over the wheel of the luggage car. Placing his hand against the man's mouth he could feel the faintest trace of air beating against his skin. He did not bother to check the other man as he the wind picked him up towards the airport building.

Stopping against the large observatory window pane he forced air into tiny crevices that were hidden between the glue holding the glass. He pulled the moisture out, drying and cracking the glue till the whole pane shifted from its support, and with a heavy heave he wretched the glass behind him. The glass did not shatter but tremored as it landed onto the concrete below.

The miasma was thicker now. It tingled now uncomfortably along his body. He pushed the wind to strike through the offensive anti-matter, but it did nothing. Cursing he walked in. The wind stuck close to his body pushing against the dark energy the best it could.

People were spread out across the terminal gate. Young and old. Across the floor or seated. He breathed a sigh of relief. They were all still alive. Their chest slowly rose up and down, shallow and weak. He snarled, he needed to find the bastard and end his violation on his planet.

He crept about quickly, looking for tell-tale sign of the fiend; the thickening of miasma.

When he found it, drawing closer to the source, the miasma was pushing his power to the limit. Quickly, quickly he jumped over bodies swiftly. He stopped when he found a small infant, its skin was blue, its tiny torso unmoving as its mother's hand draped limply over the lip of the pram.

He growled, clenched his teeth as he hissed, his fists trembling. Too many deaths over the course of so many centuries, millennia's! The throne of Terra sat empty for too many ages! The throne of the Cardinal King was lost to time, lost to myth, lost to nothingness, thrusting the planet into darkness, into disarray. The war of many ages ago had all but erased the existence of Terra, all of it including her name, along with everything else! There were no allies he could call upon, the Edict long gone. All there was, all he had were the remnant daughters of once great cardinal rulers of the Solar System.

It was not their duty to protect his planet. It was he who failed. He alone. It was his duty to protect his people.

A sword solidified in his right grasp. He stood in front a heavy wooden door, 'East Watch Tower' the panel wrote. The miasma was so thick now, it now just brushed his lips. He could hear the voices just behind the door, the very man he had hunted laughed from within. He joined quietly, him lifting his arm, he carolled the wind in his palm, sorely pleased that the door design. And in one big huff, the door swung inward, tearing it off its hinges off. The miasma was pushed back in a great gush behind him, he could breath freely now. His grin wide as his prey and his minion all but gaped at him.

"Jadeite." He hissed.

"Who are you?!"

He strode slowly towards the older male and chuckled darkly. "Which would you like? My Commoners name or the King's?"

Jadeite flung with his telekinesis items from watch tower towards him and ordered his lackey to attack. But his wind was stronger, flicking away Jadeite's poor onslaught and severing his minion in half in one practiced swing.

"Lord Jadeite of Uranus. You have all but abandoned your oath towards Order and the Edict. You have lead destruction to my Sovereign Planet and by that, have given me the right to lay claim for your life. A traitor's death." His body then shimmered as his powers pushed him forward, faster than the eye could see and thrust his sword into Jadeite's abdomen.

Jadeite grunted, sucking in a shocked breath, Jadeite grasped the blade as he begun to bleed.

"Violet blood?" he announced. "You have indeed abandoned Order, the Light…"

"Damn you!" Jadeite hissed, breathing in wispy breaths and groaned as he twisted and plunged the blade further in. "Who are you!?"

Grinning, he chuckled leaning closer towards Jadeite ear. "Which one, old friend? The Kings name? Or the Commoners?" he snarled, pulling the hilt up, slicing up. He grabbed Jadeite's throat and squeezed, violet blood leaked passed the corners of his lips.

A hissed a laugh, "A kings name you say?" then grunting in pain. "Tell me then your kingly name!?" he chortled.

He took one step back, swiftly removing the blade. He watched as Jadeite fell onto his knees, pressing down against his wound in vain.

He moved to Jadeite's side, the mans head followed his movements, gazing up at him with malice.

He peered down at the bleeding man before him. Once great company within his court, advisor and friend. Now he felt nothing. The ties that once held them together was all but dissolved by time and treachery, to not only him but even to his own King of Uranus.

"Very well." He began, lifting his head, pushing back his shoulders and arching his back. He stood before Jadeite as a King and not as a commoner. He would bestow his traitorous friend a king's execution. He smiled as Jadeite winced and gasped in pain. "My kingly name then..." he grasped his sword in both hands and lifted them above his head. "I am Endymion."

And then, he swung his sword down.

Off with his head...

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