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Oracle in Azure
By Indigo Siren
Disclaimer: Bloody Roar is © to Hudson Soft. All characters and any of the existing storyline mentioned don't belong to me and are only being used for entertainment purposes only. I do however own the idea to the story. All rights reserved.
A/N: This is an adapt story based loosely on the plot of Primal Fury/Extreme. And I mean loosely. It is a certain way of explaining the origin of Uranus, seeing her character in a whole new light instead of her two dimension 'kill everything' attitude. This story digs into a confused mind and an identity that is lost behind a new face. And also looks at the Uranus and Cronos, mother/son relationship. I am a firm believer of them being related and somehow I think writing that Greek myth of the titans into her profile is rather ironic and then suddenly for his character to come along - co-incidence, I think not! There is something there and I'm sticking to it. Anyway, I hope that the story, any pairings and the characterisation are suiting. Enjoy!
Prologue: The Last Escape
The not too distant future...
A time that only knew chaos and destruction. Here, there is a complete collapse of the economy, a world intent on destroying itself. There is nothing but eternal hate that encases the lives of all who are left to live there.
And why?
The prejudice and fear that had lingered for so long after the Zoanthropes came to light finally shattered the last line of peace.
Equality was so hard fought for, but there was so many who couldn't bare the thought of fair treatment for the beast-shifting humans. Many fought back in disgust. At one time, there was thought to have been a lucky glimmer of hope that would signify that day of peace had finally come and that the two factions could see eye to eye. But a chain reaction, now lost in history, caused a complete break down in communication between the two sides. One little spark to start the roaring flame of hatred. Inside affairs turned sour and suddenly, before anyone truly knew what was going on, war had broken out, one county consumed at a time.
And it was that the Zoanthropes suffered the most, until they decided to fight back, but by then, there were less of them then there were humans and they were slowly being overwelmed.
Now everywhere, there was nothing but devastation. Buildings in ruin, the landscape a barren wasteland - everywhere desolate and void of life. Whoever had survived thus far, was nowhere to be seen - hiding in fear - somewhere amongst the disaster zone.
Sitting in the blown of front of an old Tokyo paper factory, was a woman - Zoanthrope, neither cowering nor willing to fight. She had come to be known as 'Uranus' by the men who had captured her for experimentation.
It hadn't been long ago since she'd actually escaped, still wearing the rubber plated suit and the broken chains of her prison. She sat almost rigidly on her ledge, staring into the blank, cloudless sky. A light breeze tickled against her cerulean coloured hair, waving in front of her amber eyes almost annoyingly, but she didn't move to push away the offending locks. Her mind was elsewhere. And as she thought of the horrors that had befallen her, her clenched fist crackled with electricity.
Those horrors were indeed many, which never left her waking mind, plaguing her for what seemed like forever. She'd lost everyone so dear to her - friends and family - all dead now in the fighting that never seemed to cease. There was no call for peace to end the suffering. One way or another, one side would win, but then again, it would most likely end up with everyone being wiped out at the rate things were going.
Her eyes looked upon herself, seeing what she was now. Nothing like her former self.
When her mother had died, she'd finally cracked. Everything inside her broke down and the young girl she'd been became the form she was now. It was a confusing state for her to be in, suddenly becoming this new person and her mind, as fragile as it had become, completely fell into disarray with vengeance. But even with these strange powers that had been bestowed on her, she couldn't help being afraid deep down. With nobody to care, could she survive alone in this world?
Sometimes she would forget who she once was, falling into this strange mind that had come with this new body. This mind was much more harsh and aggressive. But still the true her existed, in one way or another. Sometimes it was good to forget, then she wouldn't have to remember the horror that was her life. Though what really frightened her the most was the thought that one day she'd completely forget who she was - then, she would be truly lost in her own mind. This unstable being may have had the strength, but the mind was indeed very broken.
She'd tried to fight back against the chaos, even with this new strength she'd gained; for her trouble, she'd ended up captured. It was lucky she was here now instead of a piece of lab meat for dissection. Something to pick over in a petri dish.
Closing her eyes, she pushed back the horrible memories along with those of her departed friends and family. The images that were her sweet reminders of there being were just consumed by the terrifying ones of their demise. Her heartache grew ever worse, almost choked with grief.
'No more thoughts! No more to fuel my pain!' Her mind screamed. 'This life, and everything with it is a nightmare! I don't want it anymore! I have to escape!'
Somewhere in the back of her mind, a voice started to speak. She recognised it as one of those scientists who had been testing on her.
"Such power. A strange Zoanthrope indeed. She has a great key this one. A dangerous domineering creature and a paragon of time - her power indeed could rip apart the fabric of existence…"
A paragon of time - that was what he'd called her. Just hearing that little statement over and over began to get her thinking.
'Staying here, I'll never be free - trapped in this horror. But if I am truly what they say, I can escape this place - never to look back. I could start a new life fresh, far away from this time. No more prejustice or having to live in fear. I'll go to a time when Zoanthropes weren't even known about. I don't care where - just so long as I am safe…'
Her heart was set, mind delighted with this notion of freedom. This was the last choice she had.
She stood up from her perch and stepped off from the building, floating gently down to the ground. This was just one of her many new tricks.
Set on flat, solid ground, she scouted about the area with a solemn gaze. Well and truly alone, she set about to trying to use her powers to defy time. How she'd do it, she didn't really know but if that key was truly inside her, then she could make it all possible.
Closing her eyes and placing a hand out ahead of her, she focused with all her worth, pulling on cords deep down to find that power that would take her from this place and pull her through time to a new haven. Sparks of electricity began to snake her form as she concentrated heavily to coax the power within.
'I must find this power. I must leave this time if its the last thing I do! Powers - take me over twenty years away from this horrible place! Fate, guide me. I wish time on my side!'
She could almost see it in her dark eyelids - a swirling mass that could break through the air and open up a whole new tunnel to a far place. The swirling colours were beautiful and welcoming - the energy flowing from it so intense. And she wanted it now - to create it with her own power and essence. She wanted to walk through it towards the light - to where the was a secure lands were.
Within, that stream of power she'd been wanting rose inside and began to metaphysically overflow. The warmth that it radiated reached every part of her, but the intensity of the power flowed into her prostrated hand.
A vortex of power whirled around her being, electricity crackling off her, snapping into the energy that was taking form before her. And from her fingertips, it was almost as if she was touching something jellied, and that is she pressed hard enough, she could break through. Focusing and pushing with her fingers, that invisible barrier broke away and with a swipe of her hand the air cut and a powerful burst almost knocked her back.
Her eyes snapped open and that swirling tunnel she had envisioned was before her. Smiling with hope, she carefully reached for it, fingers gracing the outer surface. The pull that came from within was strong and she could barely hold her position.
"They were right about me," she said to herself. "I do have power over time. And now, they'll never use me again." And with one leap, she disappeared into the void. Behind her, the entryway closed sharply... as if it never existed.
She'd never have to face that horrible war again.
In the tunnel of time she was thrust through blazing of light and flashing colours, thousands of images of places like open portholes into millions of times and dimensions. But one particular hole pulled her through - a replica of her timeline, but this place was what she had wanted - twenty-five years in the past.
The entry absorbed her in a flash of light and before she could comprehend what was going on, she was hurled out through the air, hitting hard ground with a yelp. Time travelling had sapped her energy, and she was too drained to stand. She tried as she might but finally collapsed with exhaustion. Her eyes did just about manage a quick scan of her new surroundings.
It didn't look anything like Tokyo - her hometown. Or even Japan for that matter. This was somewhere much, much different. So much golden sand, all around, reaching out to the horizon and beyond. In the distance stood exotic buildings shimmering because of the hot air. There were notably large with dumpling roof tops. The air was dry and heavy, the sky almost ablaze with the heat of the midday sun.
With a somewhat sigh of relief, she fell into a world of unconscious.
When Uranus awoke, she was no longer lying face down in the sandy plain, but rather now in the finely decorated quarters of a lavish house. The bed she was laid upon was covered in the finest red silk and when she moved, the material rolled with a liquid velvet touch on her skin. Happily she lay there, sinking comfortably into the softness of the mattress. She hadn't slept in a proper bed for a long while.
What did pull her away from the paradise was the sudden thought of how she'd got there. And in fact, who'd saved her…
She was still rather tired and not daring enough to move yet, but it wasn't long before someone entered the room, carrying at hand a glass of ice cold water.
Uranus carefully tilted her head so she could properly take into her sights this man who'd come to stand beside the large bed. He was a bearded gentleman, to her guessing in his mid-thirties, with beautifully golden-tanned skin. Most of his body was bound in very regal looking robes, the colourful red and gold fabric pristine and without a single crease. He placed the glass down on a mahogany bedside table, coming to sit beside her.
"How are you feeling?" He asked.
"Tired." Was her immediate answer. "Where am I?"
"You are in Nali-Phurket, the hidden city of the Zoanthropes," he said.
She smiled lightly. It seemed she was in a time where Zoanthropes were still a big secret.
"You know what I am?" She asked softly.
"Yes, or I wouldn't have told you," he affirmed and then motioned to the glass of water. "Would you care for a drink? I am sure you are parched from being in the desert."
She nodded, carefully sitting up. Her body was still rather numb, recovering from the strenuous time travel. She took the glass and gratefully sipped the contents.
Fresh, clean water... Another of those wonderful things she'd not had in a while.
"What is your name?" He inquired as his curious eyes wondered over her unique form.
She thought about his question for a moment. What name would she give? Her real name - her birth identity? How could she? She wasn't that person anymore. And besides, she was starting a new life, wanting to push aside those things that reminded her of the horror of her other life.
"Uranus," she answered, divulging her given name - an identity she was sticking to from now on. It may have been what they had given her but it was befitting to steal something from them. To have it now that it was before their time.
"And I am Orion Orma, a descendent of the ten leaders of the royal Zoanthrope bloodline. I am here at your service to see that you are welcomed into this community. Where are you from, Lady Uranus?"
She couldn't help but raise a small smile to his addressing of her, looking down bashfully, but the smile slipped somewhat when she thought about the question.
She was hesitant. "Well… it's not of this time. I have travelled far from a warring world to come here."
Orion was most curious to her answer. "Not of this time? You mean… a sort of time traveller?"
She nodded, looking at her pale hands, waiting for him to call her a liar of say it was absurd, but his statement startled her greatly.
"Your powers are great - I can feel it. I am not surprised by what you say," he said, looking into her overwhelmed expression. Smiling, he took her nearly finished glass of water, putting it aside before carefully taking her hands. "Do no worry, Lady Uranus, you are most welcome here."
"You do not have to address me so humbly, sir," she murmured softly.
"With such a strong aura and benevolent eyes, I think you deserve such a title."
She tittered beside herself. "Thank you, sir."
"And please, would you not call me just Orion?"
"Oh..." She actually smiled again, properly. She'd not smiled like this in a very long time - not an honest one full of happiness such as this.
Tears welled up in her eyes and without thinking she threw herself into his arms and sobbed. His words were of such great warmth to her; after all she had been through in the latter part of her life. In his arms, she suddenly felt a sense of security and trust.
"Thank you..." she murmured into his ear. "... Orion."
He carefully wrapped his arms around her. "You're welcome."
She truly found out that Orion was a very prominent figurehead indeed and the most important member of the community. Their leader in a way - direct from royal blood, one day he hoped that he could build a kingdom that would see a world of unity. His popularity was great and everyone was eager to follow him to his dream.
In the back of her mind, Uranus could distinctly see this kingdom and it began to jar a few memories of Orion in a future world, but they faded off with most of her other broken memories of that time. She wouldn't say a word that his dream kingdom was going to come true - if she didn't do anything to change that that is.
Nali-Phurket was a most wonderful place. Everyone was so kind and welcoming, and there was great unity and love amongst the people, like a large extended family. And she admired how they stuck together, and most of all, Orion, for his intent on making something of the town and keeping everything in order.
She admired him deeply for his kindness towards her and how he'd kept her feeling warm and secure in his care. Deep down, she couldn't help but love him, even though she'd only known him for such a short period of time. She'd not experienced that feeling in so long, it was like she needed it bad enough to forget all else. There was no way in the world she would ignore it.
And this feeling, she was surprised, were returned.
Orion was besotted with her. The shimmering of her soft, cerulean hair and those adoring amber eyes like the brightest stars in the night sky. Her power, her presence and her child like qualities had his heart heeding for him to take care of her.
Treating her no less then an empress, he had dresses of the most buoyant silk made for her in all the many different shades of blue that were possible to find, to compliment that very beautiful colour of her hair. With gifts of gold and silver at her bedside everyday, she was spoiled greatly. To expect this treatment was a thing of dreams and she was drawn to him with an open heart.
In a short while of her first arriving, Orion was resolved of what he wanted of her, and asked that she would stay with him and become HIS Lady Uranus.
How could she say no, treated in such a loving way?
And in his loving arms, she let herself be touched deeply by his warmth, holding him tight for as long as she could so that she'd never be lonely again. They shared with longing in each other's affection, showing love in every degree. Every touch a dream and the true binding of their love completed their souls, giving them everything they had been missing.
Heaven's gifted blessed Uranus with child and nine months later was the birth of their son, aptly named Cronos.
"Uranus, of the sky, beget Cronos in Greek mythology," Orion had said, looking upon the young woman cradling his child.
He was such a beautiful baby, with dark skin and stunning eyes, which shone brightly and shimmered the colour of the clearest ocean. The mixture of blues and greens indicated that the colour would most likely change in the future. The little tuft of hair on his head was so fair it looked almost white. It appeared he'd have a fairly unusual hair colour.
He was something special indeed, as what the many priests agreed when they came to visit the newborn. Through the chants and the blessings, there were murmurs of great certainty to the great power within this child.
"He shares power that derives from his mother," One spoke out over the rituals. "And of course, in his eyes you can see that he holds his father's great wisdom. His aura burns greatly - his presence brings love and great health. His beast will unearth as the legendary phoenix. Only one ever comes into existence in thousands of years. He shall be a great leader and bring great peace to the hearts of many."
Shock spread amongst the community to find out this baby was to have a legendary beast form. In their temple, the phoenix was etched into a great stone on the back wall with words of an old language used by the Zoanthropes a great time ago written underneath.
It said: 'The legend of the Phoenix's fire shall cast away all evils and save the people from pending chaos'.
Everyone had high hopes for Cronos.
Uranus absorbed all the joy that had come with her baby's arrival and the bliss that had come with her new life and forgot all her worries that she'd once been plagued by. No more nightmares of things that didn't exist in this time - she cared no longer for the future she once lived in. She was finally safe and there was no need to care again.
Though, just under four years later, her blissful bubble suddenly shattered into pieces.
At the time, she was preparing to marry her love, to finally seal the family into its true form, but it seemed Orion's mind was elsewhere.
Over a year ago, a mixed group of Zoanthrope and human's, supposedly researchers from what she'd learned had come to the city to stay. At first, they had been nothing to really consider but another nice part of the community. But when strange things began to occur, Uranus began to worry.
Citizens would disappear and reappear within a matter of days, confused about what had happened. An old community hall had been converted into some kind of research department and any one trying to get close would be sent away in an instant. She'd tried to go there herself but was shooed away instantly without explanation. And when she asked Orion about the researcher's little centre, he told her it was nothing for her to concern herself about.
But of course she was concerned. It worried her that that place was the cause of some of the strange incidents, and she feared that something could happen to herself or even her innocent little Cronos. She shielded her naïve four-year-old son most of the time, overprotective of what could happen in the outside world. She could never truly shake her own harsh experiences of the world in her lifetime.
These strange occurrences went on for sometime longer until she finally decided she to get to the bottom of things and while the researchers were out one afternoon, she managed to get inside the research centre to find out what was going on.
She suddenly felt cold as she came upon the equipment she found, reminding her of a dark past of her own experimental days, and the next thing she saw horrified her into a state of shock. On a document was emblem that she'd never forgotten.
Tylon's red triangle symbol.
She didn't want to believe it, never in her wildest dreams. She couldn't imagine Orion getting involved with a company such as Tylon.
But rifling through the documents, she was proved horribly wrong.
These researchers were part of a specialist department, having signed an agreement with Orion to start some experimental research into the genetics of the Zoanthrope 'trigger' gene. By what the documentation ranted on about, it was all 'in the aid of future peace'.
She choked on her tears, dropping the documents as if they'd burned her hands. Tylon and the word 'peace' were each at the opposite ends of the spectrum.
Destroyed, she rushed back to her room, hiding herself away as her mind struggled to come to terms with what she had discovered. Her mind was cast back into the many horrors of a world in chaos and the harsh experimental surroundings of a Tylon lab. It confused her, this sudden appearance of Tylon in this time and how Orion, such a kind and respected man, could be involved with such a company.
It made her extremely bitter indeed, her heart scorned by his secret involvement with the research. It made her wonder what he'd had planned for her, or if this whole world had been one cosy little fantasy set up just for her. What man who looked to a peaceful future could easily work together with Tylon?
'A man that had cruel intentions for a start…'
Now she understood why he seemed keen for her to be presented to these men when they came into their company. This whole realisation nearly drove her mad. She'd escaped one horror to suddenly end up in another.
'Damn him! He wants to trap me!' She couldn't bear to exist in the same time as him anymore.
When night came and he returned, he was shocked when she ran at him, screaming inherently, calling him a liar and a back-stabber.
"What is it? What have I done to upset you?" Orion asked, trying to calm her down.
Snapping away from him, she looked over her shoulder with the most disgusted expression. "You, claiming peace bow down to Tylon. How can I love such an evil man?" And she rushed away before he could press further. And his attempts to find her turned up naught.
She had trashed all her things that he given to her, scattered her jewellery and broken half the furniture in the bedroom. A place that was supposed to be a cherished haven that they shared their love and passion and yet he had tarnished all that by willingly pressing on with the experiments. Love was lost in the suffering of those kind people around her and for the suffering to come.
The only thing that she kept to wear was one of her many shimmering silk dresses she'd worn that day, now torn up revealing the rubber suit she had originally arrived in. The mass of silk material floated around her wildly as she stormed down the long corridor to the gardens.
It was at that instance that her little son peaked out of his room, rubbing tired eyes.
"Mommy, I heard funny noises," he said timidly.
She gave him a side-wards glance, not really looking at him with her eyes. She couldn't bear to. This boy, born supposedly from her own and Orion's love.
"It's nothing, Cronos. Go back to bed now, little one." Her voice was strained as she spoke, flicking her wrist with an ushering indication for him to go back to bed.
The small child didn't disobey and slipped back into his room quietly.
'I shall not lay eyes upon him again,' her mind affirmed as she rushed off quickly into the gardens.
Standing on the lightly dew covered grass, she stared longingly at the stars for guidance.
"What should I do? I can't stay here!" She said aloud. "I can't go back to the future - I'd never submit myself back to that horror!"
She covered her face, sobbing, trying to consider her options. Even if she pressed on into the future or pushed back into the past, the disaster in years to come would still occur. How could it be easily avoided?
'Amend it…' Suddenly struck upon the idea, her tears stopped and she gaped at the dark sky again. That was it! She could set this timeline right and change what would become and stop the chain reaction into chaos from starting.
"But what started it all?" The history before the chaos broke out in her own time seemed vague - she'd been almost oblivious, but she forced herself to think.
She scoured her memories to when she was a younger girl, listening in horror to a situation unfold - an assassination…
"Wait…" It almost felt co-incidental that she met Orion, and discovered this dark secret, for it was coming back to her from her fragmented memory of Orion and his kingdom and his murder…
That was it, it was he and a few other men that had died. The start of it all that led to the chaos that befell her time.
Ironic that he would be the one to start it all, a man that had wanted peace but had helped a diabolical company. It had all fallen around the time of a tournament, one that would happen fifteen years from now.
Feeling almost sick with the idea of having to save him, she gathered energy in her palm and focused on opening a doorway in time.
"If it stops that horrible future from happening, then I'll do anything," she whispered to herself.
In a burst of electricity, the familiar doorway that had taken her from her own time appeared before her, and without consideration of what she was leaving behind, she leapt into the light focusing on getting to the future and stopping the decent to darkness.
The destination she would arrive was the same land, fifteen years later - months after the incident with the Tabula…
A/N: And that was the pretty confusing start to my story (Well, in my opinion) - which in the next chapter will be the present day Bloody Roar as we know it at Primal Fury/Extreme time, so expect to see old faves involved.
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