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[@Lurking Shadow] [@Unkown58]
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Darkness. It had returned, a cradling void of nothingness, a sense of comfort found in the passing of hardship. Where it was all discarded for eternal bliss, that great beyond where nothing existed, where souls faded into memory. [color=4ebcbe][i]’I’m sorry, Cosmos..,’[/i][/color] a quiet voice echoed, [color=4ebcbe][i]’be a good boy, alright?’[/i][/color] There was only one regret, one friend Skylar was afraid of leaving behind. A furry companion he had come to know as family, a beast rescued from the same hell he had known. 

Slowly, eyes opened with glow brightly returned, and they met the night sky. Stars shone above as they did below, the boy’s attention though hazy, softened into narrow focus. With teeth clenched, groggy sleep shaken from place, a layer of Starlight reflexively washed over to the lad, pebbles and dust rising before eventually faltering, falling back to the ground. Taking stock of the situation, be it a frightening one, Skylar’s sapphire orbs narrowed into a frown. What stood above him was a man, and next to this mundane sight he saw a reptilian beast. 

With hand rising, the lad cradled his forehead. He had seen mutants like these, before, those who took on a beastly appearance. Was this another Hero? She wasn’t attacking him, and neither was the other. Again, Skylar attempted to center himself, Starlight fading as stability returned. [color=4ebcbe]”The hell did you do?”[/color] Came a question as the boy looked towards his savior. Did he offer a gold star? The notion lingered where Skylar attempted to wrap his head around the concept. Gold star? [color=4ebcbe]”Why the fuck.., would I want a sticker..?”[/color] He finally managed before pushing himself off the ground. Eyes shifted from right to left, eventually noting Ember’s restraints. 

[color=4ebcbe][i]’I nearly killed him,’[/i][/color] a thought struck at the young Hero’s senses, a chill running down his spine. No, Skylar had never killed anyone, not yet. Despite his past as an experimental weapon, he had never actually killed anyone. The program was halted and he was exhumed before that stage was reached, before that line was crossed. [color=4ebcbe][i]’I wanted to kill him. I wanted to destroy.., everything,’[/i][/color] Skylar shuddered, hands rising to embrace his scrawny self. It was an addiction. The more Starlight he used, the more he wanted to unleash. An infinite battery of energy desiring an endless expanse and engulfing everything in sight and beyond. 

Ripples of azure blue cut through the air, licking past the boy in repeated sequence before a deep breath, followed by another, and a third brought him back. He couldn’t lose himself, not here, and not now. Turning back to the pair, Skylar, or Star Scourge, noted the man’s wounds. He was not unfamiliar with healing abilities, having come across similar powers in the research facility. However, to so thoroughly wash away the lad’s strife was an impressive feat. Another look in James’ direction furthered the truth, Skylar’s frown deepening. Why was a healer bleeding? Why was the starlit Hero cured? [color=4ebcbe]”You took my wound?”[/color] He turned towards the dragon, as if to note confirmation. Shaking his head, Star Scourge sighed. Why did people risk themselves for him? Why did they put themselves in danger for his sake? An ironic question to present a Hero, but one the boy entertained all the same. Lowering his gaze to the blood soaked clothes he was now donning, Skylar flinched. Now, he was forced to buy more, and he was certainly aware of his current financial situation. Glowing brightly, one would be forgiven for mistaking the boy’s sanguine nectar for a liquid galaxy drying into fabric. 

[color=4ebcbe]”Whatever, thanks..,”[/color] came a quiet utterance, [color=4ebcbe]”you can give your Gold Star to the dragon,”[/color] a motion was made towards Fiadh, Skylar’s position on her still finding itself. Was she a mutant? There were so many creatures scattered across the world, he had learned, that knowing their nature was impossible. His time in the facility had robbed the boy of this knowledge, but it would be a lie to deny curiosity. [color=4ebcbe]”..why are you a fucking dragon?”[/color] Finally, that curiosity manifested as a question trickling past the boy’s lips.