Standing atop the sky was a ray of light called Eos, its heated concentrated rays of light plunged down at the desolate cracked surface known as Pryxs, one of many realms, a realm marked of sand, monstrosities, Transcenders and poverty.

  In the middle of Pryxs, there lied a small town at the side of an oasis, a settlement called Sandridge. It was a poor town. Its length of homes and structures stretched only to the end of the Oasis it resided at.

 Its structures, made of mud-brick buildings,were mostly houses that were built closely packed to one another like that of a Colony. The town had close resemblance to that of ruins. These structures could only display the poverty that had struck the town and its residents from the harsh environment and surroundings.

The structures were mostly unstable and small in build. At the center of the streets lie stals, merchants, blacksmiths, and taverns. The streets were filled with children, and as they were children, they played regardless of their circumstances. They played in their tattered dirty cloths that they called clothing. The scent of fresh water that filled the town was accompanied by the smell of faeces that filled the air, the scent belonged to more than one location as there lived barnes and animal pens all around the small Oasis Town of Sandridge.

 The clear bright bluish-green Oasis That stretched arches far, provided the townsfolk with the water they needed for daily life. But because of the heated environment, plants were scarce to only a few species, and animals had to be tended for regularly, and because of the climate, many could not survive the heat so they escaped to different surroundings. Many different species that could not survive the harsh environments had escaped to the tall towering mountains with snow-capped peaks that pierced the sky's. These surroundings housed their own civilizations.

 Despite the conditions of the natural environment, the town was still teeming with bustling busy streets that were filled with joy, joy that was shared between the busy adults and the playing children. The blacksmiths, with buckets of sweat dripping down their sun-tanned skin, beated their hard-worn heavy hammers on metal creating rhythmic clangs that filled the streets with even more noise.

 The blacksmiths held their own corner of the town that was called the Blacksmith's Forge. A hub of hard-working blacksmiths looking to rid themselves of their poor circumstances with their many creations. And at the square of the town lie the Market Square. A market-place marked by merchants, stalls, taverns and busy stores all looking to make a return on their investments.

 The calls of hard-working desperate merchants and vendors filled the busy streets. The streets, despite the conditions that enfold the townsfolk, were filled with many inhabitants. All were either shopping, looking around for materials and potential sales, some were looking for potential clients, whilst others conversed with joy that was printed on their faces.

Walking down these streets was a teenage boy, he looked with disdain printed on his perfectly proportioned sun-burnt face. He noticed what the other townsfolk had blatantly ignored. The cries of the poor in the alleyways of the streets. They held out their hands pleading for food, their throats parched of water, holding their youthful children, they begged and pleaded.

 This lone boy looked at them with a trace of both anger and empathy on his face. He found himself staring at a poor family pleading for help in a shadowed alleyway. He reached his pocket, sourcing the amount of Prystals, the currency of Pryxs, he had. As he was done, he made his way to the pleading family.

 The boy, reaching his hand out, said," Hold this."

 " Thank you." The family expressed in synchronization.

 It was a family of four, one old man, and three boys. They wore clothes even more tattered and dirty than that of the usual folk.

 The boy stared at strange star-shaped dark marks on the necks of the impoverished young boys. The boy also had such a mark except on his Adam's apple.

 Staring at the children, he spoke once more,"Are any of you healthy and old enough to work?"

One of the children then immediately spoke up with a shaky dehydrated voice," I am."

 The boy then pointed at the far end of the town before lending advice," There's a place at the far east of the town, they look for healthy potential workers there. You'll have to work hard, very hard, but you'll be rid of your circumstance within some years."

 The old man then immediately grabbed onto the boy's collar with great distress," You want me to sell my child?"

 The boy, dusting off the hand of the old man, spoke once more," They'll pay him for his service, better than rotting away here, is it not?''

  Hearing the boy's words, the old poor man, father of the children, had calmed down. He then sat back down on the ground,"I'm sorry. But thank you as always."

 The boy then left the alleyway and made his way back to the bright bustling central streets of the town. As he walked, many immediately darted their eyes onto him, they paid more attention to the boy than they had to the poor. They looked at him as if he was some kind of rare specimen, some with curiosity in their eyes, others with scornful faces. 

 Ignoring the looks of the townsfolk, the lightly colored brown-haired boy with sun-tanned glossy skin and proportionate features continued his way down the street. He then walked in front of an open settlement made out of mud-brick. Moving the brightly colored curtains aside, he pressed onward of the building. Inside there were many tables, and many people. It was a dinner or tavern of some sorts.

 The place had an interior design that outmatched the average structure in the town. The floors were made of rich, stylish wooden dark brown planks, and the chairs and tables closely matched the aesthetic that the floor had given off. At the end of the room, there lied a smooth clean stone counter, and behind it a man.

 The boy looked around at the people that filled the tavern, there were mostly men seeking rest from their hard daily lives in drinking, talking about whatever filled their minds with one another.

 " Have you heard?" 

 " What?"

 " Lingyang became a Transcender."

 The boy had usually paid no attention to the small-talk but upon hearing the term, Transcender, his interest was immediately piqued. Upon hearing it, a series of stories of Transcenders, and magical Beasts called Spirit Beasts replayed in his ear like a child recalling a childhood fantasy.

 " Kairi?"

 Upon hearing the name, Kairi, the boy was immediately snapped back to reality. 

 Breaking out of the trance of nostalgia that filled him," Oh, right. I apologize for that."

 The boy, Kairi, now found himself facing the man behind the counter, the tavern-keeper. A man with gently slick back dark hair, and hollowed cheekbones that was accompanied by a long dark goatee. He wore a fancy jacket-less black and white suit.

 " Here to order or are you picking up something for the Orphanage?" The tavern-keeper asked with a sickly voice.

 " For the Orphanage."

  Sitting in his seat, one of the drunken men slipped his way into their conversation," I 'er 'em Orphans at the Orphanage are talented. Y'k know, and that 'ey got fancy fancy clothes n stuff unlike most of us townsfolk.He then looked Kairi head to toe," Ya' one of 'em?"

 Looking back at the drunken man, the tavern-keeper replied in Kairi's stead," The boy sure is."

 "Knew he was a pampered brat!" The Druken old man scoffed, spitting out his drink."Ye' people musta think yer better than 'er rest of us townsfolk with the way yer' all distanced away from us'."  The drunken man scoffed before spitting out his drink.

 The tavern was then filled with laughter, all of the folks laughed at the young boy,"Tell em Jacky!"

"You bastards are still part of this backwater town too!" A man sitting on a single seat from the back of the tavern grumbled to Kairi.

 Hearing the degrading remarks of the Orphanage and himself, Kairi balled his fist tightly as his temple vein bulged visibly as if it were about to pop out of his skin.

 The tavern-keeper then handed him a bag of  cooking ingredients," Don't listen to them boy. Nothing wrong with being fortunate."

 Kairi then handed the man a sum of Prystals before taking the bag from him," Thanks as usual, Lucian."

 As the boy, Kairi, made his way out of the Tavern, he was greeted by a beautiful sunset. Looking back at the tavern, his anger spiked even more.'Regardless of what anyone else thinks, I am surely still going to be a Transcender.' He reassured himself as he stepped foot back onto the streets, as he walked, he fell prey to many eyes, looking back at them, he scoffed,"Like you dumb complacent drunks would understand anything."