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A discharge of luminosity filled the air around Isaiah as he was whisked away by the shear power of the Dreamers. He had not even thought of battle, but here he was, on his way to a battlefield. Time seemed to tinker away as nothing but light entered his eyes. It kind of hurt. Shutting his eyes, he wondered how'd he came to be in this place, and where he was going. The chill of air seemed to nip at his neck. It was cold. Why was it suddenly so cold? He opened his eyes.

"Where might you be off to, young sir?" An kind eyed older looking man peered over him, his mustache almost too large for his face, but his smile was transparent. Isaiah smiled. He had found himself on a sunken wooden platform of an old train station. The air was cold, and he couldn't see beyond the beams of light escaping the train, and a single lamp hovering from above, singling himself as the only would be passenger on this train to-.

[color=39b54a]"Felorn"[/color] a soft voice fleeing his lips.

The man chuckled, pulling his blue rounded hat from his head, a glint of light reflecting off the seemingly metallic golden 'CONDUCTOR' embroidered into it. "Felorn, you say?" His expression became one of curiosity, as he lowered himself toward the boy. "That's an awfully long way for a boy to travel alone, isn't it?" he inquired.

[color=39b54a]"I'm gonna [deep breath] see the Ligers and um, the Astra-um- the magic people are there too!"[/color] an excitement lining his voice.

The conductor gazed at the starry eyed boy, smiling, then quickly shifted to concern. "You know, Felorn isn't exactly safe these days. I'm sure even a kid like you would know that." Isaiah could feel a sudden sunken feeling in his chest as his head filled with frustration. The conductor must have noticed it as well. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you." he smiled, again. "Where are your parents at?"

[color=39b54a]"I- I'm[/color] [color=7bcdc8]alone. How am I suppose to beat his guy? I've have to be meant for something more than this."[/color] Isaiah closed his eyes, once again, the memory slipping away.

[color=39b54a]"You aren't alone. I'll help you."[/color]

[color=7bcdc8]"You will?"[/color]

[color=39b54a]"Yea, sure. Um. If you help me get home."[/color]

[color=7bcdc8]"What's your name?"[/color]

A feeling of joy swelled up within him. [color=39b54a]"My name is Daio!"[/color]

Isaiah could feel a sudden brush of dust filled hot air breathe against his skin as he entered the battlefield. What seemed like such a long time, had only truly been mere seconds. Perhaps, not even that long. Isaiah found himself standing on the Western side of a long street, stretching through a vacant small town. The sun hovered just above. It had to be somewhere around noon.

His thin frame probably seemed rather small, with a large 10 ft wall at his back. His opponent would be a fool to consider him just another young man way over his head. Isaiah felt like it, but he knew better. Not that it mattered though. His participation in this tournament should prove enough for his opponent to take him seriously. Likewise, He wouldn't make that mistake either.

As his red hair and ragged tan clothes seem to shift and sway with the wind, he took a closer look at his surroundings. A car sat further along the street to his left. Beyond that, a truck. To his right seemed to be a vacant house, though pottery still sat in an open window. If people had left, they had done so in a hurry. At least that's what he hoped had happened. Seeing the walls, structures, and vehicles, he assumed the place had once been a military town or base of some sort. 

Isaiah felt a sudden change in his body as a Core lit up within his body. Something he hadn't even realized was there, was now turning on. His eyes seemed to blink momentarily before being filled with much more than he had anticipated. 

Scanning...

Temp 97[sup]o[/sup]F

His eyes suddenly began scanning and giving detail on just about everything he came across. A feeling of fear seemed to rise in him. He hated this. He wanted to turn it off. Why couldn't he just be Human?

[color=f26522]"Oh, what irony. He was the same way."[/color]

[color=7bcdc8]"Huh?"[/color] Isaiah muttered out loud. [color=7bcdc8]"Who are you?"[/color]

No one answered. Assuming he heard something, he went back to scanning and sulking. 

[color=7bcdc8]"Hey Daio"[/color] he finally spoke.

[color=39b54a]"Yea?"[/color]

[color=7bcdc8]"Skallagrim said to think about entering the battle to get here, but I didn't. Were you the one thinking about it?"[/color]

He scoffed. [color=39b54a]"No. I wish we never had to. Fighting never ends good. [Deep breath] That's um-a silly thing to think about though."[/color]

Isaiah hummed.[color=7bcdc8] "Yea, you're right."[/color] Then, who was it? Flicking his wrist, a silver orb appeared briefly hovering in his right hand before suddenly opening into a double sided Roman styled sword, and attaching itself to his hand. [color=7bcdc8]"Let's get this over with then."[/color]