+:Lost Star:+ +:Story of Haru Yurubasa:+ By Jason Haley, Leif Markus, and Ryu Kasakagi +:~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~:+ Prologue: Humanity has always been seeking power. Whether it be from religions, magics, technological warfare advantages, or even special trinkets, they have always searched for a form of godliness. Less than twenty thousand years ago when technology was turning from its bionic ways back to arcane, humans began to believe that the sky held limitless power, and the higher they went into it, the more they became gods. That is what caused the once peaceful city of Aeorana to be lifted into the sky to become what it is today: a supposed city of gods. This, as one might expect, was not welcomed warmly by many people. Some formed rebellions that went against the idea of power in the sky, but all of them, save for one other rebellion force, were eliminated by the king's soldiers, shortly before the king was assassinated by his own son. It was said that the rebels who escaped the massacre created a rebel faction known as the Star Brigadiers, claiming that they would attack from the stars of night to show humanity the horrid mistake they had made. Soon, the Star Brigadiers began to change. Evolve, if you will. They evolved into an entirely different race. And they named this race Daen. But, further studies proved that the Daen people existed long before then, and became enraged at Humanity's attempt to rule the skies, skies that they, with their power, intelligence, and generosity, helped create. The Daen people, since then, had launched several attacks on the Lost Refuge, and for twenty thousand years, the Aeorana citizens have lived in fear of this enigmatic race. Until that night... One night, under a full moon, a star fell from the darkness of space, landing in the middle of Aeorana. Humans went to investigate this incident and found it wasn't a star at all; rather, it was a Daen boy, and no other knowledge was to be had of his identity, other than the name tattooed around his arm near the shoulder blade. But nobody could read the strange Daen transcript, and were forced to therefore inflict a new name upon the child: Haru Yurubasa. +:~~~~~~~~~:+ Chapter one: Haru Yurubasa Haru's eyes, blissful and unaware, two pools of deep blue, opened as the sun sliced through the slots between the blinds, making strange shapes in the floating dust. A fan above revolved slowly, making strange shapes on the floor, those shapes running up the side of the low-sitting bed and onto his chest, his black shirt turning the golden rays gray. He sat up, despite the fact that his head felt like lead and complained with stinging pains as he lifted it off the pillow and into the air. His feet swung down to the floor from the foot of the bed as he slowly turned upward into a sitting position. He surveyed his dark and cluttered room. Then, with tired slowness, he pushed himself off the bed and onto his feet, then walked to the old oaken door and pushed through it with ease. Haru walked out into the living room. It wasn't very roomy. There was a coffee table, a couch, a small television set sitting on top of an even smaller cabinet, and just behind the couch was a table with two chairs around it. Off in the corner was an antique 15th century sword that had been salvaged through the thousands of years afterwards. It still looked as new as it had when it was forged. He didn't stay long, just long enough to sit down and have a piece of (burnt) toast, then left the house and into the city streets. Aeorana was known as the Floating Kingdom, and it wasn't hard to see how it got its name. The city itself was huge, a megalopolis for trade communities and banking. It was built way before mankind had a natural grasp on magic, and when things turned to the technical age, so did the city. There was a monument that was never touched that Haru enjoyed hanging out by. He had no friends. People didn't even cast a glance his way. That was okay with him, he rather liked things to be quieter, and the time alone gave him a chance to experiment around with magic. Books and notes littered the floor in his room, all of them about Arcane and Metamagic, both of which were too great for man to ever harness, yet Haru seemed to be getting the hang of it. Arcane was simple enough; it was the study of magic in its entirety, without any weapons at all. Sure, it used wands or staffs to channel the energy when needed, but otherwise, Arcane magic was purely the mind's control over the body, its energies, and the strength of those energies to alter the world around the user. It strained Haru's physical energy a bit to cast spells, but no other terrible repercussions ever came from using it. It was Metamagic that had him floored. Metamagic was harder to explain than Arcane. Metamagic stepped outside of Arcanic magic and into a realm where ancient magics and technological advance formed a harmonious symphony of powerful energies that, when combined with the touch of a human, could mean life or death, depending solely on the intent of the user. Metamagic was accessed through any form of weapon made out of the Daen material, Meitsa, which, when translated into English, meant Moon Steel. Moon Steel got its name from a night under the full moon, when a Daen girl died, and because of the moon's effect on Daen people, her body disintegrated, but as her blood struck the earth, it spread out and became a new type of metal that was more abundant than Gold in its earliest days. At least, that was how the legend went. Using Meitsa to channel arcanic magic into the weapon for a more devastating attack was the Daen people's specialty. Anybody who practiced it, however, was arrested on the spot and then assassinated, so Haru had to make sure that he was, in no way, able to be noticed. Hence his likeness towards being alone and hanging out near the monument nobody ever tried to change. Nobody ever went there, and there were no signs of human life ever existing near the area at all, so nature flourished. Given that Aeorana was the Floating Kingdom, obviously, its expansive countryside was lifted up with it, and that was where the monument was. It was thought to be a Daen monument from millions of years ago, but Haru disagreed, since it was thought that the Daen race was made when rebellious humans went into space and evolved into a new race altogether. Yet, history books stated that they existed long before the rebellion... ...That wasn't Haru's problem. He rubbed his eyes as he looked out into the world, the sun casting a painful glare in the early morning. It was rather chilly yet, and Haru could feel it running through his arms like a cool shot of lightning that made him cringe and step back. The crisp air felt good, but he never expected the sudden stroke of chill it attacked him with. Again, he stepped out into the cold, but this time didn't recoil. He made his way to his usual spot, not realizing that he had forgotten his sword. He had his backpack, which held his hunting knife, however, and that would suffice for his practice with Metamagic. What he didn't know was that he was being pursued... ~End of chapter 1~ +:Lost Star:+ is book three in the +~Hero~+ series, the first book, +~Hero~+, written by Jack Darren Reginald, Jr. I wrote many of the others, including +:Lost Star:+ and =+Pact of the Brotherhood+=. This one I had some help on, Leif helped me with the prologue and main character introduction, while Ryu did the visual art for it(which I found was really awesome). This is an entire group effort, and therefore, I don't take full credit for it. By the way, this is a story that you may give a critique for, and comments, if you wish. Unlike some of my other stories, this one I feel could actually go somewhere, and I believe I could use some friendly advice.