Prologue- The Palace of the Sclertz

The sun was setting on the swamp moon of Drenthax Four as a black, yellow, and sleek starship landed outside the palace of the moon’s ruler, Glertalscletz. The master of the ship walked out alone onto the entrance courtyard. He was but a teenager, but already showed remarkable maturity and power. His black and dark yellow cape moved in the wind as he walked up to the front door. The palace was huge and had many towers and spires scattered among it. The front door itself was very large and required a good amount of strength to open. He knocked three times as signal to the Palace Ruler that an important visitor was at the gate. The door slowly opened as a human slave boy struggled to push it. The visitor stepped inside and walked down the Grand Hallway, a simple, but ornate hallway that led to the interior of the palace. He stood waiting at the stairs as the Ruler hovered down.

The Ruler was as sickening as his planet. He was a big blob of green slime that was so corpulent, that he needed a hovering platform to move. Glertalscletz, as he was called, hovered up to the visitor and said to him, “Why have you come here? What business do you have?” The visitor replied to him, “I come offering a deal.” “Then let us go to my chambers to talk.” Glertalscletz escorted him to the top of the palace and they entered his chamber. The hallway up was simply a winding flight of stairs. The walls were green and had strange paintings lining the way up. When the two acquaintances got the to the Ruler’s room, they stepped inside and the visitor looked around. The room was simple, but it was obvious that someone in authority lived there. “What is this deal you speak of?” the Sclertz, or ruler in his language, asked the visitor. “The deal? For you, there is no deal.” He said this as he let loose a stream of electrical energy from his hand. The hovering platform stopped and Glertalscletz fell to the ground, stunned and unconscious by the attack.

“It is safe now!” The boy shouted. Just then, a door on the opposite side of the room opened and out stepped a beautiful, teenage girl. She had flowing black hair and piercing magenta eyes. “Then let us go. Since you have come, it can only mean that time is running out.” She said. “I am afraid so.” The boy replied. “Then let us go, there is not a moment to lose.” “As you wish, Blackfire.” The two left the palace and flew off in the boy’s ship. “Next stop, Earth.”