Author's Note: Got washed up with Shrarld, that was meant to be 1 chapter. Decided to just introduce most of the other member's in the next event (Jewel of Sarpolecuez) This is just a prelude to that event and then I can finally get the story rolling.
There was no Sun present within the realm of Fate.
Only a sea of wan-tailored clouds resided gloomily under the heavens.
The sky was a hazy green.
The space between land and sky had been intercepted by a legion of verdant hills, full of seas of swaying grass.
The peaking hills all looked emerald under the weaves of fate.
On the peak of the highest hill, stood a small enclosing torn away from the rest of the realm.
Within it, was an old lady. With greyed and withered hair tied into a bun, her wrinkles were particularly standoffish. She had fissured black eyes and a cracked grin.
Her hands frailly clung to an aged polished stick as she stumbled towards a wooden wheel held up by a pole.
"Fate Weaver."
A charming Asian Man walked up behind her. She acknowledged his presence with a low mutter.
"Hangwei..."
Hangwei, more formerly known as Fire-Dragon was a relative of the Fate weaver. The core reason behind China's recent success in recent decades.
He was the Second Strongest Hero in all of China.
As of now, they were in the Fate Realm, a place similar to the Shadow Realm except only those of the Fate Weaver's Lineage could enter and leave this place freely.
Hangwei cleared his throat. He had long luscious black hair and stern bushy eyebrows. His eyes were pesky and cunning. He was wearing fancy and ancient clothes from a time long forgotten.
"The grass is pushing west. Does this mean that there is nothing we can do to halt the deaths to come?"
The Fateweaver smiled weakly.
"We can not change the present. Only the past can do that. Instead, we must change the future through our own means."
All the grass in the Fate Realm had been blowing west for months. A season of death was blooming.
Hangwei kneeled down onto one knee, remembering why he had appeared in the first place.
"Fate Weaver, the officials have asked for information on the next break of fate. I myself will take care of the situation this time."
The Fate-Weaver spun the wooden wheel.
For a moment, the wheel did not budge but then it glowed out a faint golden aura and began steadily turning.
It stopped steadily. The wheel was just a blank wooden object but the Fate-Weaver could read it like a book.
"Take more than just yourself. I sense something strange about this situation. It involves an item that is already quite intertwined with the heart of Fate. The Jewel of Sarpolecuez."
Hangwei shut his eyes in obedience.
"What is strange Fate-Weaver?"
The Fate-Weaver shivered. Her eyes almost tearing up.
"I sensed someone with two fates. One will end in London within no more than a few years but the other has no end. None in sight at least."
"And they will be heading straight your way along with several extremely strong fates."
Hangwei breathed in cautiously.
"How strong?"
The Fate-weaver looked at the surrounding hills of emerald green that surrounded the small enclosing.
"One of them will be the reason the grass pushes west."
Hangwei nodded. Aware that taking too much from fate could mislead and disrupt its tedious strings.
"Xie-xie." (Thanks.)
"I'll be off now."
"Sister."
Boom.
Hangwei blasted into the atmosphere with an aura of flames sliding off his body.
As his body reached the borders of the fate realm it was absorbed and popped out on the other side.
The sister of Hangwei, the fate-weaver looked at the place where the Realm had just been disrupted in envy.
"Oh, how I wish I could leave too..."
"Older Brother."
Alleys of USA.
Within the constraints of dull, trashed on walls stood a man.
His eyes were dark and beady. His hair was black, sticky, and itchy. His entire body looked like that of a shriveled finger that had been wetted in water.
He was not pale but rather had an uncleanable green tinge.
He wore baggy black joggers and a loose hoodie.
He kept his hood stuffed over his black hair to hide his wrinkles.
Jonas Julam was nearing 40 yet he looked 53.
He looked at his hands in the poorly lit alleyway.
His mutters were dirty and grotesque.
"I should probably cut my nails soon-."
"Put your hands up if you know what's good for you."
Jonas looked to his right calmly. There stood a rushed, red-faced blonde American attempting to rob him.
He was probably in his 30s and Jonas could tell from a glance that life hadn't been too kind on the man. He had ripped clothes and a bad beard. His posture was awful and the gun he carried looked like it had been given in a charity sale.
Jonas raised his hands slowly and tediously.
"Don't shoot me. Just take the money."
"Shut... your... mouth."
The blonde American rubbed down Jonas all over but could not find anything over than a dollar bill.
"This all you got?"
Jonas shrugged.
"You can search again if you want."
The robber thought of doing such a thing but then heard some rowdy outbreak from the street next to the alley.
He tugged at his poor ginger beard before running off in a tantrum. He left some kind words as he left.
"Man. You look like shit."
And as he kept on running, his legs failed on him.
He continuously gagged; air stuck in his throat like swallowed gum.
He looked down, his legs were a concerning murky black.
He then felt acid pour from his mouth he held a hand out.
Soon streams of black blood dripped from his mouth beyond his control.
And then his body fell to the ground.
Jonas walked over the body taking back his bill.
He chortled weakly.
"Damn. You almost look as shitty as me now."
He then fell into a chorus of burning coughs. His ribs pulsed with pangs of pain through every cough.
{Jonas}
Ability: {Disease}
Villain Ranking: {Unranked}
Group: {Red 0}
Boracay Beach, Philippines.
"Hmm? Yes, I'm ready to leave whenever you need. Rockfish, dear. I'm just waiting on Reta so that we can all make it to Suzhou in time for the Auction."
Rockfish sighed.
"And Veleno? How's he doing in the sun for the first time in years?"
The feminine voice cackled with laughter.
"Veleno? He's having the time of his life!"
A stunning lady with victorious blue hair, generous bodily proportions, and a tender smile had her face lit up as she looked at Veleno who was sat under the shade of an umbrella gloomily under the shining Philippine culture. His long-acid green hair looked like seaweed as it had been recently soaked.
Rockfish laughed lightly.
"Oh, I'm sure Delno. I'm sure he is."
Delno was the stunning blue-haired Lady.
"So is that all, Rockfish?"
Rockfish replied swiftly and soundly.
"Yeah. Just go straight ahead once Reta arrives unless Reta needs some rest. After that, we can all meet safely in the Red Dragon Bar in Suzhou. Sounds good?"
"Yeah, I think-."
"Bye."
Beep.
The stunning lady let out a wry smile highlighting her velvety red eyes and flawless skin.
"...Bye."
Rockfish turned off his iPhone, letting out a loose breath.
Pueris and Angjayre were waiting right before him.
Angjayre tutted wisely.
"About time. Can we go now?"
Pueris nodded in sync with her mood.
"It seems like the time is ripe to leave, you know."
Rockfish cursed.
"Just let me finish preparations. I still have to clear up Shrarld's mess. He ended up using the Shadow Realm to warp to Suzhou and now Beta might have some gas on us."
Pueris intervened.
"No need it's fine. They will be devoured by Shrarld's domain if they get too close."
Rockfish looked at Pueris and deadpanned.
"And how do you know this? That future sight of yours?"
Pueris merely stood still proudly.
"Angjayre."
Angjayre leaned up to Pueris and clutched her eye. Soon an amusing wheel of neon-yellow was released from it.
"He speaks only the truth, Rockfish. Perhaps it would be best to leave now."
Rockfish leaned back before picking himself up.
"Fine. Just don't leave anything here. I don't want to have to over-use my precious Osmo-Port."
The two nodded like rabbits.
Rockfish smirked.
"Well then let's go to Suzhou."
Beep.
A blinding yet eerily simple pillar of neon blue devoured the trio, apparating their forms far away.
They found themselves just outside a bar in Suzhou, China.
The air instantly felt unwelcoming and a nasty level of warmth.
Pueris looked around, they hadn't been intercepted by a certain Chinese Hero by the name of Spatial Roach. That was a good sign.
Pueris squinted his eyes from the blinding lights that seemed like foreign alien colors to him. He felt otherworldly among the strange stares he received. His stomach grumbled displeasingly and it felt like it would soon fall out.
It was only when he stumbled into the nearest bar, into the warmth next to a radiator that he found peace.
Peace and the Fate-Weaver chugging on some river-water from a mesmerizing glass cup.
Cliffhanger.
(Who would have expected that.)