Midgard, year 7079; Capital of Terravalonia
A homeless man bumped into a teenager with a hoodie on, causing the hoodie to fall off, revealing the boy had white hair and red eyes. Currently in an irritated expression.
"Oh.... Shi--" the man seemed petrified by something. "AWAY!" He yelled offering no explanation.
The teenager looked confused at the man running away from him.
"Why didn't you mug that guy? He seemed like an easy mark."
"He was a guy with white hair and red eyes. That's a main character. I don't want to die." The man who had run away answered looking in the direction of the way he had come. He pulled off his disguise- a pair of glasses that made him look like a typical dirty homeless man. In the place of the homeless man was a young adult with a blue tattered jacket with silver studs along the ends and the cuffs of the sleeves.
"He could just be an albino, they aren't common in this country but they do exist," his friend shrugged. A teen wearing a tattered brown jacket
"If I tried to mug him I'd just become a test subject for some new ability he gained." The man insisted.
The teenager, Crache, was approaching the mansion belonging to Lord Malchaihathanne. A powerful fae man who was rumored to have less than ideal goals concerning the conclusion to the Apocalypse Epoch. According to his employers Malchaihathanne wanted the Era of the Apocalypse
He opened a four point star shaped vial that has a gold too and purple contents. A memory enhancement potion. Gifted to him to be sure the information he obtained would be kept.
Taking a moment to down all of it. He listened with silent horror as Malchaihathanne idly talked with someone else about how the humans of Earth kept asking for concrete proof the world really was in the midst of an Apocalypse.
Crache listened in on the discussion, leaning close to the window to observe. He wanted to see if what he heard about Malchaihathanne was true. The warnings about being associated with him. That the people he offered the chance to help save the world were-
"The boy Lotte is monitoring is new," Lord Malchaihathanne noted. He was holding up a small mirror that displayed a boy.
"She claims he has the potential to be the one the prophecy spoke of." A short fairy spoke, rushing to resume documenting again.
"She said that about the last three as well, I'll have to have her test the boy to prove his worth. If he succeeds then we'll mold him into the perfect scapegoat." Lord Malchaihathanne responded casually.
Crache could see Malchaihathanne and the fairy he had with him. But not the person he was talking to. He leaned closer just slightly so he could see the person out of view of the window -
"Hey, what are you doing there?!" Someone behind Crache yelled. He flinched and glanced back to see two guards holding staffs.
Crache yelped as he realized he was spotted by a guard. He cast a temporary illusion to distort his face, so he wouldn't be recognized.
Inside Lord Malchaihathanne looked surprised that someone had tried to eavesdrop. Then his face morphed into a cold mask.
Just then the magic used to distort his appearance faded. Revealing his white hair and red eyes. Crache grimaced.
"On top of all the bad luck -" he cursed.
"Ah you're that rogue who goes by the alias, Crache," Lord Malchaihathanne remarked. Then casually fired another flaming bird shaped projectile.
"That one certainly is deadly! He almost took my head off!" Crache yelped, unsure at the moment why he said that observation out loud.
He slid and started to fall down the stairs before using a purple nebula shield to brace himself. It turned the stairs into an impromptu slide. Also as a consequence, Crache's jacket was burned so his entire left arm was visible. This revealed a golden birthmark in the shape of a skull with curled horns on the sides.
His efforts to cover it were futile and Malchaihathanne tutted in mock sympathy.
"So you're one of our world's saviours from the Apocalypse."Lord Malchaihathanne said smoothly as he noticed the mark on Crache's arm.
"I noticed there's a wanted poster out for you. What was it... 6000 crans?" I think I'll raise the reward for all the trouble you stirred." He said, speaking loud enough to be heard by Crache.
Crache didn't respond as he ducked a flaming projectile, lying flat on the ground. Standing up he spun on his heel and as if imitating throwing a ball, cast an attack of his own that looked like a purple nebula shield.
The firebird collided with the shield resulting in an explosive that sent him flying.
Getting to his feet, Crache charged towards what he believed was an escape route. But abruptly he noticed a fox with three tails running alongside him.
In addition a shoebill Stork flew down and landed a few feet away from him. He stopped completely when he saw it. His eyes widened in silent terror as he wordlessly slid his gaze from the messengers to his opponent.
'The harbingers of Death!' he shuddered.
"Does this mean... I could die here?" He whispered softly. 'Okay then -'
"You can't win a fight against him! We need to leave!" A voice interrupted. An enormous ovalescent mirror appeared and swallowed the firebird. The magical creature disappearing with a final screech.
A different mirror appeared and a man about Crache's age stepped through grabbing his arm.
"Who are you? What's your aim in getting involved in my -" He looked back but the animals were gone.
"Come on!" The blue clad person insisted and they jumped through the mirror.
Malchaihathanne glared furiously at the fading mirror. "They may know too much," he thought darkly. But changed his expression at the sound of approaching guards and fairies.
"Lord Malchaihathanne! The intruders are nowhere on the grounds of this side of the mansion. There are no other intruders here either!" A guard said.
He turned to face them. Very well check the left side of the mansion and the gardens. Investigate the entrance to be sure they don't slip away." He ordered. The guards nodded with a proud and determined "Yes My Lord!" before leaving.
He was quite sure though that if the mirror did what he thought, they had no need to physically leave through the gates at the entrance.
With the eavesdropper gone, obviously having fled with his life, Malchaihathanne smiled coldly. 'I can dispatch of him later when his guard is down'. He decided.
"I'll take an interest in targeting you," the mirror showed a seven year old boy placing a wrapped gift, probably a toy under the bed of a girl's room.
The boy looked at the mirror for a moment, only for a moment. His gaze was narrowed in suspicion at the mirror. His eyes were an unusual hazel. Arranged in a way where the colors had separated at a diagonal angle, green on top brown on the bottom.