Chapter 3 of Prologue.

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As he led his comet through space, the boy wondered how he would stop the Iron Abyss alone. Even with his sister they had faced a bitter defeat, with one of them knocked out on top of that.

Eventually he reached the Main Asteroid Belt. This is it. Where the Asteroid Mother lives, watching over her kingdom of lifeless, dusty, rocks.

As he reached closer to the centre of the field, the dust became more and more dense. Until soon it seemed as if there was just a curtain of white upon him and his unconscious companion.

He tried to call out the Asteroid Mother's name, hoping she would hear him. But all that came out of him was this shaky cry. He must've still been affected from the battle.

He felt hopeless. A useless piece of dust just part of this dense cloud. He lay his sister down on the comet he flew and sat down beside her, holding his knees up to his chest. He lay his head upon his knees and closed his eyes.

Just then a warm light embraced him. Then the curtain of dust was pushed away. He felt a hand on his cheek, and felt his energy coming back. His injuries and scratches no more. It felt as if he had never even gone into battle. He then stood up. Face-to-face with the Asteroid Mother.

She was the most elegant being he had ever seen. With a long, clear layer of red and orange cloth fluttering about her dark brown skin. Her hair fell down to her chin in a luscious black colour with hints of silver scattered about. A golden crown around the size of an apple lie on her head. With a beautiful intricate design.

The boy gazed at her wide eyed-- not knowing what to do in front of a queen like her.

She then smirked at him. "So... You're Scimon."

He stumbled back in shock. How did she know his name? And... Did this elegant woman just smirk at him? Do queens do that? Well. They are living beings, but. Aren't there things a queen shouldn't do??

The Asteroid Mother held out her hand as if she was inviting him to shake it. He looked up at her face to try and read her. Was she playing around with him?

He then decided to shake this hand gestured in front of him, so as to not disrespect the being before him.

"My name is Vestalabi." She said-- still smirking. "What are you in need of, boy?"

Scimon then said with a tone of urgency in his voice, "I need your help." He let go of Vesta's hand and gestured it towards his sister.

"My sister. She was injured in the battle, protecting our constellation. You need to heal her. The one who did this. I believe his race to be of iron abyss. Please. I-- we, have to fulfill our job. Our purpose of even being created. To protect our constellation."

Vestalabi looked them over. She took a good 10 seconds of silence to reply-- which in turn made Scimon very uncomfortable and anxious. "No. I will not heal her. You don't seem ready to defeat any evil. Therefore. You shall prepare yourself."

Scimon was in shock. She wouldn't help?? Why?! She herself could be in danger if he and his sister didn't stop the evil that sucked up the energy of their stars.

So what... What was her goal?

She said he wasn't ready? Alright fine. But that's no reason to leave his sister injured. She could be dying right now and he'd have no way of knowing.

He looked deep into Vestalabi's eyes with anger, "So then. You want me to just sit here. Doing nothing of my sister's injuries?"

Vestalabi stared back into his eyes, but he couldn't read her, no matter how deep he looked. She replied, "Indeed, boy."

He then thought up of something. He could leave his sister here with this... Creature, and then quickly try and slow down the iron abyss. He just had to think up of a way to distract Vestalabi and to leave his sister safely here.

...But how exactly...?