Prologue

Grand Citadel, Planet Kelor, the Kelor System

The boy was fearful. He was terrified at the riot attempting to break through the walls of the Grand Citadel.

The boy was a Kelor, a race of humanoid creatures that possessed a unique connection to the Force. All Kelor had a passive connection with the Force, allowing them to relay strong emotions to other members of their species. This made them highly suspectable to rioting.

The boy was huddled with his mother against the wall opposite the rioting. He was too scared to look at anything other than his mother. She was putting on a brave face for her child, her painted face lacking any real emotion. However, her stoic appearance did little comfort her child, as he could sense that she was as scared as everyone else.

Finally, after an hour of battering, the riot finally broke through the gate. They swarmed the Citadel's lower level, taking all the children they could for unknown reasons.

After grabbing several children, the riot seemed to disperse a bit. However, the boy would not be spared.

An angry rioter grabbed the boy and tried to pry him out of his mothers hands. However, she was much stronger, and kept the scrawny rioter from taking her son away.

Angered at her insolence, the rioter aimed his gun at her. The boy immediately charged the rioter, to try and distract him.

But it was all for naught. The man pulled the trigger, causing a loud explosion that shattered the boy's reality.

The mother fell to the ground, clutching her chest. The boy ran to her, crying as he shook her, begging her to stay alive. She remained calm as he did so, and when she calmed him with a hand on his cheek, he felt what she was feeling:

Peace.

"I love you, Noc," she whispered, gently caressing his cheek.

"I love you too, Mama," the boy replied.

As she lied on the road, bleeding to death, the boy cried profusely, unaware that law enforcement had arrived and was driving the riot out of the Citadel.

The boy felt a hand on his shoulder. He didn't react, until he heard a familiar voice.

"Noc-Ta," it said.

He turned his head to see a familiar sight.

The man was a full head and shoulders taller than the boy's mother, with black face paint completely obscuring the skin on his face. The black paint was complemented by purple streaks along the man's brow and across his nose. Like all other Kelor men, the man had a full head of hair, or rather, quills, where a human's hair would be.

The boy knew exactly who the man was. His eyes welled up with tears as he hugged the man.

"Papa..." the boy whimpered.

"It's OK, Noc-Ta," the man, his father, reassured, gently rubbing his son's back. "She's with the Great Ones. They will take care of her."

As he finished speaking, the boy heard a beastly shriek. He dared a look above the Citadel walls.

A massive beast closed its mouth, its eyes, mouth, and back spines glowing a brilliant blue. The monster was immense, about the same size as the Grand Citadel itself. Its face was reminiscent of the canid creatures of Kelor, a boxlike head, followed by long jaws. The beast had piercing blue eyes, its brow furrowed in anger. Its back was covered in crystalline spines that glowed with the same radiant blue of its eyes.

The boy sensed the emotion emanating from the monster: It was angry. It was motivated by a righteous anger, upset at the injustice of taking children from their parents.

Next to this immense beast, a ball of blue-green energy pulsed into existence. As it continued growing, it sprouted massive wings, very similar in appearance to the moths of Kelor. As it moaned in a cetacean-like song, it grew to a large enough size to overshadow the first monster.

The boy felt the radiance of the giant moth on his tender skin. The moth gave him a warm feeling that pushed his pain away. It was at this moment that he realized what had happened.

He had witnessed the Great Ones Gojira and Mosura.