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Crystalline eyes fell shut, Skylar’s spindly frame lowering towards the ground as a breath escaped his lips. These were it, the night’s endeavors. He had done what was possible of the boy, and reaching a hand into his pocket, he produced a phone where the screen rivaled his own nightly glow. ‘Got him?’’ A message stated, one earning a response as Star Scourge moved his thumb across a digital keyboard, ‘yes’. Exhaling a breath, Skylar felt rapid beats against his scrawny chest, akin to the motion of a jackhammer. It was still coursing through him, a willingness to abandon reason. A voice inside his head mimicking the lad’s very own, something hinting back at his nature. A star in the cosmos, a brightly burning celestial body amidst endless darkness. Researchers were not alone in finding this mutant odd and peculiar, his starlit eyes curiously peering ahead at what could further illuminate a hazy existence. 

Moments of confined strife sang tunes akin to a caged animal, a beast clawing for freedom. An exploding star; a Supernova. The question lingered; the thought of losing control. How long could Skylar maintain it? What he feared wasn’t another’s influence, or falling into infinite blackness. What dragged its talons down his back was the intoxicating desire to unleash. It begged the question; how long did Skylar want to remain shackled by his own morality? 

Embracing his legs, hugging them against his chest, the lad turned to gaze upon the group of misfits before him. A dragon, a massive wolf, a blonde boy whose clothes seemed woefully out of place, and finally, the medic. This was it, then. This was the outside world, the colorful explosion of people and personalities beyond the facility Skylar had known as his home. It was charming, in a way, and daunting in others. Where did he fit into this gathering? 

Pushing himself off the ground, Skylar shifted his attention to a straggling crowd, those who remained following disaster and chaos. Talking amongst themselves, the boy noted their desire to approach the Heroes, but a sense of shyness halted their advance. It was still quite foreign to him, the word ‘Hero’. He recalled a saying trickling past his ears, that powers did not make a Hero. Actions did. 

While there was no conflict in agreement, a single glance towards his digits glowing a bright blue beneath the moonshine brought the lad’s thoughts back to where they had previously dwelled. How could an engine of destruction maintain this mantle? Ember was alive because Skylar fought against himself as much as he did the villain.

An itch was beginning to intrude, tugging at his skin where dried, cosmic blood made its mark. He needed to go home and take a shower. He needed to buy new clothes, and he felt like hugging Cosmos tightly against a tired frame. Rising into the night sky akin to an azure specter, the lad gave his fellow Heroes a final glance before taking his leave.