A swift wind blew on the planet of Noben, rolling the leaves around in the grass, and distorting the look of things. The sun, in which was called Brextox, shone brightly in the high noon sky, lighting and shadowing things as they stood. There was much activity going on within that planet that day. Much chaos. People scattered along the golden roads. Trexs, known to us as cars, crashed killing civilians; screams were heard; fires burned; and much more went on.
The small girl stood, holding a blade in which was far to long for her 4 foot body. She griped its shaft, her palms sweating as she did so, a grim look across her face. A strong gust of wind blew through the planet again, and this time it blew threw her light blue hair. It was shoulder length, and dead straight. As it made its way snaking across her face, she shrugged her shoulder up brushing it away. Her deep green eyes turned a horrid shade of gray. "Arisusa!" A deep male voice called. With this the young girl, who could be no more than 7, looked to her left. She spotted the man, who was her father. "Oberon," She mimicked using his name, instead of a fatherly title, " What have I done wrong now?" He stepped a bit towards her now, only 20 feet off if that. In a calm voice he said, "Put the sword down." She stood, starring simply at him for a moment. Her eyes flashed red, and she replied, "No, Oberon. I plan on using it on Mother." Arisusa turned her gaze to the woman, who had her back pressed against the wall, her hands pinned to it as well. There was a look of horror across her face. "Put the sword down," her father said again, taking another 3 steps towards her. "No." "Put it down." A flash of electricity ran up through the double split blade and sputtered off the end. It appeared like flames. With this a grin appeared across Arisusa's face. Her red eyes twinkled, ever so bright, as the sun flashed its luminous light once again. "It’s getting charged though Oberon! I can't waist a good charge! I really can't!" Now seeing the danger of his daughter with a large electrified sword he took another step forward, ready to summon his own powers up. "Ah, Oberon. Angry, aren't we? Why don't you go on ahead and conjure up your strongest spell?" He looked a bit shocked. Her psychic powers were amazing.
Looking to his wife, he saw the pained look on her beautiful face. Her white hair was strewn across her face and all around her shoulders. Then as he turned his head back towards his daughter he spotted her charging at him full speed. His eyes grew large, lips slightly parted. Then suddenly, before he could move, Arisusa dropped her sword, and connected a fist straight with his stomach. Oberon was doubled over gasping for air. "Stronger than you thought, eh, Oberon?" Arisusa questioned. He fell to his knees, placing his hands on the ground. Arisusa proceeded in picking her sword back up and turning to her mother. Although everything that was going on today, Noben was an absolutely gorgeous planet. The rivers and oceans clear and clean, the plants lush, green in healthy chlorophyll, the soil was perfectly fertile, rich with clay, and filled with nutrients. The trees grew tall, the wind blew cool, the sky pure blue, and the clouds bright white. The roads seemed to be paved in gold, their long winding paths leading to infinite places. It was the ideal dream planet, for any living being. There is only one planet truly similar to Noben. That planet is the third planet from the sun, in the Milky Way. It is called Earth. Normal humans lived among Earth.
Noben was also magical planet. The third planet from the sun in the galaxy of Hudon. There were 16 planets in this string, along the vast galaxy. Not only did Gods and Goddesses live among this planet, but many people with special powers did also. These people were regular, what you would think of as humans. They eat, drink, sleep, and perform in normal human activities, just as you would. These beings are call Nobenakiens, but the only true differences between them and the humans are a code of alien DNA implanted within their systems. This genetic code allows them to perform in such things, like that of becoming invisible, flying, casting energy forces, psychic abilities, and what seems like so much more. The date was January 1st, 2082. Everything was about to change. Arisusa, the Princess of the planet, had gone about on a killing spree. She had killed 4 innocent civilians, destroyed a building, killing more; She had used psychic abilities to crash 3 cars. Now she had turned on her mother. They stood up top the highest sanctuary in all of Noben. The one that was used to praise Arthina, Oberon, and Arisusa. It had walls of silver and floors of gold, engraved within were pictures of the happy family's past and future. Perhaps the future had been misread, for pictures of Arisusa as a wizened young lady were on one side, with her mother Arthina happily standing behind her.
Arisusa, still looking at her mother, slashed the sword in a threateningly manner. The smirk once more curled her lips and her eyes flashed yellow. Her eyelids blinked shut, and when they opened once more, the round pupils were blood red. "Arthina, you shall learn. You never treat a Goddess like a slave!" Oberon lay, gasping for breath, steps away. "No, Arisusa," he snarled, pushing all the air from his lungs, " You.. Cannot kill her." She smiled again, looking to her father, " Oh Daddy! I can't? Why not! Isn't there not a rule in our guide by the sages that speaks! Page 4057, paragraph 8, line 1 to 4! I quote! ' Thou Gods and Goddesses before us. The holy shall never die. On only one case shall death come. If thy blood is shed by one of their own, they may die.' Oh dear, Daddy! I guess you were wrong!" Oberon looked up, his long ringlet of white hair blowing in the wind. He stood, panting heavily and holding his chest. Arisusa thrashed the sword once more, fingering the rope at the end. "Put it down! NOW!" He screamed. But this only made Arisusa more confident she could do it. She could kill her own mother. Her own flesh and blood. Making a fist around the rope, she dropped the sword so that it dangled at her side. Then, as if it was easy, she swung it up over her head, round and round. It spun so fast it looked like the blades of a helicopter speeding off. You could barely the sword at this point. It was almost as impossible to see. Finally, her eyes so blood red you'd swear they were bleeding, she let go of the rope. Such force was in the thrust she gave it, that it flew so hard and so fast toward her mother, she would not have time to move if she had known to five seconds before hand. It thrust through Arthina's chest, her warm red blood pouring out onto the double blade and all out onto the golden floors. It sputtered from her chest, covering a great area of the floor and walls. As if she controlled it, Arisusa began laughing, with an evil tone, and the electric current burst out of the sword with such violence, that Arthina was nothing more than a few hundred pieces laying about the sanctuary. Oberon let out a horrid cry as he passed out, hitting his head hard onto the floor. Though the hit would have killed a normal person, as Arisusa had said, a God or Goddess can only die when they are killed by another. Arthina was dead. Now, Arisusa had the time to look around to the open side of the walls. There she saw about a hundred or even more of the village people staring. Some were vomiting violently, others were turned away holding their breath. Some were running as fast as they could, down to the village most just stared at her.
Arisusa dropped to her knees. Her eyes faded to a sad shade of royal blue and they closed, tears slipping from the thin slits. These hot tears she blinked away furiously, wiping her face with her arm. As she put her hand back down, it came upon a hot wet something. Her eyes whipped open to find her mothers hand, a wedding band slipped onto her ring finger. Arisusa's eyes widened, and she angrily ripped the band from her hand, pocketing it. Oberon was slowly awakening now. His gray eyes fluttered open and then shut again. His front was covered in blood. Mustering his strength, he sat up and looked at Arisusa. He was in a mixed blaze then of sickness, hatred, and shock. This was complete with disbelief that his wife was dead. "Arisusa," he choked, " Your days here are over. That ship we have is yours. You are gone..." Finally his voice trailed off and he looked at her, tears flooding his eyes and dampening the dried blood on his chest.
Arisusa left to her shrine. Both the walls and floor were made of a smooth, pearly colored marble. Her sword was sheathed at her hip, dragging along the floor. Coughing hard she picked up a few things. A book, with a damp and musty gray cover; a knife; and a small bag, which was dark so that you could not see its contents. She set these on the floor and ran off into a small room, grabbing a dome shaped ball. She opened it and walked to where she had left her things, picking them up slowly and dropping them over top the dome. They shrunk and fit in neatly. This she closed, and pocketed. With that she step from the shrine, ready to departure in Ship M 1908.
Arisusa was only seven years old. She had big eyes, which turned different shades of color throughout the day as her mood changed. Her hair was a mid back length, cascading as if silk, neatly over the creases in the fabric of her elaborate costume. It was a bright shade of baby blue, streaked with a more dark blue throughout. She was pretty, but there was something wrong with her. Something is horribly wrong. You see, Arisusa possessed the most powerful force that ever existed in the universe, more powerful than a million nuclear explosions, more powerful than anyone.
For she... Was the girl with the Gold Power....
