"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery." A weary child mumbled as he let out a half defeated sigh. Looking at three bone walls, a set of iron bars, and another big bone wall just beyond this, is certainly not very interesting. Especially for a wayward child such as this one!
He couldn't remember how long he had been held in here. Time seemed to be non-existent in this place, wherever it is. He had remembered waking up and having to sit up from the cold bone floor. He remembered escaping the cybernetic monkeys and running. But everything else was just a haze.
Flashes would light up the now dull existence he led.
Running.
He was sure he was running. Heck! He knew he had.
But for how long? When he stopped? Why he stopped? And how he sunk into this place!
History? Yes! Mystery? Most definitely!
"Urgh what happened?" Chiro asked himself for the hundredth time that day, as he gently rubbed his forehead.
He would not of cared if he hadn't of woken up here. He was used to strange morning situations from alcohol intoxication. But the fact he was still sober, and in an obvious cell was beginning to tick the youngster off.
Finally taking a deep breath, he slowly stood up. It had obviously been a while; he needed the wall for support. But looking down he realised it might have been even longer than that! He was now standing with no problems on his previously damaged foot. It had somehow healed enough now for him to stand on! Suddenly a grin spread across the previously gloomy child.
He was back! And better than ever!
Cautiously the boy made his way over to the exit of his cell. It was the first in depth look he had given this shabby cell. The corridor on the other side was vacant on the left, until he looked right.
Jumping back, and cursing under his breath. He was glad his foot had healed. He would have floored himself otherwise.
"A robot?" Chiro questioned in a soft gasp. It would have loomed over the boy with black shiny armour and sealed silver edges if it had been standing. The middle of its abdomen was a pale red screen and other attachments were visible from the front. But as it laid half sitting up in a heap Chiro realised something.
Unknowingly holding his breath, Chiro watched the machine intently for a while; studying it curiously. It was like nothing he had ever seen before!
The shock eventually subsided, when he recaptured his breath. The machine looked dead to Chiro. But he wasn't about to risk it being dormant or offline. He knew he was trouble, and he knew his luck, so he wasn't about to get smashed in by this monstrosity.
Chiro stood back taking it in.
'Something or someone must be in control. To wake up in a cell, with what looks like a mechanical guard lined up outside spells trouble.'
Chiro shivered.
'Something or someone had brought him here…'
Chiro suddenly became aware of movement. Turning to look at the deactivated robot, there was no sign of movement.
'If it wasn't the robot…'
Chiro bit the bullet. "Who's there!" Chiro demanded, though even he was unsure if his voice had wavered under the atmosphere. He was trying to stop himself from physically shaking, and control his faltering voice.
His call echoed around the cave. Bouncing off the wall like a ping pong ball, his cry faded off into the unknown distance.
When silence only greeted him as a reply, a cold chill went down the boy's spine.
"What is going on here and where in Shugazoom am I?" he asked himself as he placed both his hands firmly on the iron bars that lined the front of his cage. Chiro tried shaking the bars impatiently. He just wished that whatever was lurking around the corner would show itself and quickly. His impatient streak was prominently gaining the upper hand.
The noise Chiro created caused an unknown uproar. The formless troops that mindlessly marched the citadel of bones various corridors had begun to congregate; Preparing for a hostage break out.
The assembly was also felt by a far greater being. The boy's cries had been heard by the tainted alchemist that ruled this floating ship of bone. The formless that had been created here, obeyed and gathered without question. Compelled by the thoughts of the strong evil that created them, they would carry out this being's commands without question. This being was the Skeleton King.
The boy was a surprising, if a somewhat disturbing occurrence to the Skeleton King. He had awoken from hibernation exactly when the hyper force awakened from their stasis. A yin and yang effect.
He was able to locate the boy easily enough. Capture him too. The skeleton king could sense the power this young boy held. It was how he had managed to trace the boy in the first place.
Such unharnessed power was interesting. Dicing with the unknown was interesting too. But mainly, it was his, his own origins that sparked the biggest cause of interest in the boy. He too, had once been human - Many years ago. It unnerved the Skeleton King at first, like the past coming back to haunt him. The idea that his most powerful enemy was what he had once been.
But many hours of studying and thinking had produced a solution. The chosen one was a young powerful boy… with powers that could be turned into a dangerous weapon. An apprentice could be enticed to follow a master's way. Learn, work and achieve his true potential. A potential enemy could be made into an ally. But one wrong move or refusal would still work in his favour. An untrained boy could easily be crushed if he refused to obey. Especially by one who was granted powers by the 'dark ones'.
An unknown force and belief had compelled both sides to retire from fighting, on a temporary schedule. The hyper force's reasons were obvious; with the loss of their leader Mandarin, there was no way the team could function effectively enough to battle the evil that gripped Shugazoom. There was also the Super Robot to consider. For optimum performance six pilots were required.
But the Skeleton King's reasons? They were still quite the mystery. It was the unknown force that made him retreat. Harmlessly floating through space in his prison of bone, it made him wonder why he didn't wake earlier and crush the puny pink planet when it was unprotected. For it had been a thorn for so many years...
The skeleton king growled, smashing his staff into the ground beside his chair. It made sense now! As his evil laugh rumbled through the halls of his floating prison, he spoke.
"We, the dark ones have decided to lock horns! Break the hyper force down slowly, piece by piece. Then we will reveal our true power. A weapon so strong, it will crush the opposition and annihilate them in the process. An absolutely humiliating defeat is inevitable for them. But it will allow the dark ones to conquer the universe!"
The boy's actions had consequences: powers, cybernetic monkeys and a possessed alchemist were just three of them.