They say that the night sky is the most beautiful of them all. It's sad how much people take it for granite. With the sky clear and the stars out, the view is the most amazing thing you could ever see. One such person, sitting alone, was admiring said night sky. She was staring deeply within, gracefully observing each star as if it was never there before. She often thought about worlds beyond. How people from around the universe come to this place for a chance of winning the championship. She hoped that maybe someday, she would visit such worlds. Her thoughts, unfortunately, were interrupted. "Grace!" Cried her foster mother, Mrs. Toadsley. "Grace, it's time for bed. Please get off the roof, you're going to hurt yourself." Grace sighed with slight disappointment before replying "Okay, Mama Toadsley!" Her face illuminated with the reflection of the moonlight. Enough to see her hands glow too. And all at once the glowing stopped. She rubbed her eyes, dismaying any thought about it, assuming she was seeing things.
As the moon sets, the sun rises. When the sun rises, a new meaning of life is revealed. The sun shone brightly upon Mario's small home. Marcus was still sleeping, tired and lost. Mario, while up, was not fully awake, and like most people, made some coffee. If you haven't figured out, normally when someone makes coffee early in the morning, it causes a chain reaction to suddenly want to prepare a big breakfast. When the person now having the urge to create begins to ponder between Pancakes or Waffles. After successfully choosing a meal, anyone else in that household is drawn by their hunger for food and fellowship. And that is what happened when Mario got coffee. Marcus was appreciative for the food, but was still in fear over his sudden arrival. Mario could see the panic in his eyes, and immediately began to comfort him. "Hey there, young-a man. I see you were-a drawn in by the aroma. Please, make-a yourself at home."
Marcus, while his fear was slowly draining, his awkward feeling began to grow. "Sir, are you the doctor guy or the other one?" Mario cheerfully shook his head "The other one." Marcus, while trying to remain calm awkwardly spoke "I've never had this before- you know, where I'm in a-a-a stranger's house?" Mario smiled "Don't worry kid, nobody is-a gonna hurt you. And definitely not me, after all, its-a me, Mario!" This seemed to comfort Marcus as he began to settle in his seat to enjoy his food. However, Mario decided to question the boy, now that he was calm. "So, I heard you were from-a New York?" Marcus almost smiled with his reply. "Yeah, I moved there last year, I really got settled down." And all at once his spirits depleted "Oh man, my parents must be freaking out, the doctor guy said someone would help me get home-" Mario interrupted, with good reason. "Calm yourself, kid. You'd-a be amazed how many bars we have here." In truth, Mario was lying, there was no way he could contact the kid's parents from here. But, he needed the boy to be relaxed for his next question.
"So, Marcus. How did you get here, I'd like to hear it from you." Marcus thought about it for a while. The breakfast table got silent. The tan boy with black hair raised a quiet voice. "I touched some kind of rock and then all I could hear was someone talking in a weird language. The only other thing I remember was some guy with a gravelly voice and a motorcycle." Mario listened carefully as he was slowly setting the sword onto the table. Marcus had taken notice of it immediately. "Is that your sword, Mr. Mario?" Mario looked gently into the teenager's eyes. "No, it's yours."