Chapter One: The Greatest Hero in the World

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The cosmos, the stars, the atmosphere-the wind cutting through the skies, clouds in a violet heaven, mountains colored a grayish tone... a different world, yet familiar. Small villages of a not-so-advanced race-villagers who looked small and harmless-but at that very moment, they were being attacked.

In the distance you could see some peculiar beings, and from them came spheres of violet energy. A malignant vibe poured from it. Around them, violet fire surrounded enormous craters in the earth, formed by the impacts of those energy spheres generated by the stone beings. The villagers could only hide and run in horror as they watched their lands be destroyed so easily.

The destructive beings are stopped by a witch who lands in front of them. She observes the ruined ground. The witch had a strange artifact, the material was as dark as obsidian, a rocky and spiky texrure; the artifact pointed to the only place they hadn't fired at.

The witch smiles,

and her eyes begin to glow an intense purple-then that color intensifies until it becomes flame

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and her eyes begin to glow an intense purple-then that color intensifies until it becomes flame. With her hands she creates a star-shaped spell. The shape then burns, and the fire becomes so intense that it shoots out, generating an enormous beam of purple fire. The beam slams into the ground, creating a massive crater-about as large as three American football fields-and inside the crater there was a huge alien-looking artifact: a matte-black ship, neglected and completely rusted.

The beings looked like they were made from the stone that formed that world: a stone with wild spikes pointing in every direction. The beings also emanated a bright purple light from their chests, as if they had a sinister soul inside them.

They marched toward the ship, led by the witch of the Potara race, a race known for having yellow skin and a long pointed tail. The witch commanded the stone beings to surround the ship, and then all the stone beings began to make a sign with their hands, some kind of spell.

The witch smiles. Then, with a movement of her hands, the same purple glow that emanated from the beings now emanates from her palms and she performs a spell. That light becomes a purple smoke that begins to wrap around the ship. The witch and the stone beings continue their ritual, and the more that smoke surrounds the ship, the more the ship begins to self-repair, and it even starts to power on its lights.

The witch gets excited. One of the villagers throws a small rock at one of the stone beings. The being gets distracted, stopping the ritual, and turns its gaze to the villager. The villager's legs trembled. He could feel, in his entire being, how insignificant he was. The stone being prepares a spell with its hands, ready to erase the villager from existence. The villager accepts his fate and braces for the end.

Out of nowhere, a flash completely destroys the stone being, and an entire row of stone beings with it. The witch is shocked. The flash grabs the strongest stone being and drags it into the sky, only for the witch to see an enormous blue explosion in the sky, cataclysmic in scale.

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