Author's corner: Any mistake you come to notice, please warn me about it (i'm not a native english speaker and haven't been in touch with it lately).

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Mercury raised her right hand and a shining spark sizzled, exploding in a scorching hellfire which turned into a blue effulgent flame that quivered like the strings of a guitar. A mysterious black body was being arranged inside it, like a broken glass ball retorting to its original state.

In a moment, she was holding a highly condensed flaming sphere, so hot that the matter kept fusing and becoming a much harder mass.

When the sphere acquired a metallic shine, Mercury looked upwards facing Uranus.

“Sister, what are you going to do?” asked the boy, worried.

“I said it earlier, didn’t i? We’re waking him up”. She writhed the arm holding the sphere far back while throwing her body to the other side.

Less than a second later, a noisy bang resounded like a cannonball, followed by a series of detonations. The horizon was painted by an immense energy spike that bolted flashes like a spider weaving its webs.

“We could’ve tried talking to him. Why did you do this?”

“Pft, amateurs. Step aside and let the pros do their job”.

Mercury crossed her arms as she waited for the bolt of energy to thin into a blank space, clearing the path. As it rapidly disappeared, the view of Uranus holding a fuming ball running rampant into his open palm was difficult to accept. He had only moved the necessary amount, as if mocking her for using all of her power into that shot, but she didn’t get upset. The boy, while astonished by the feat, was quite relieved no one got hurt.

“Sister, we can still do it the right way. Try talking to him! Just once…!”

“Shut up…” she said, menacingly.

“Sister…”

“Shh, i hear something…”

To be exact, it wasn’t a sound she was hearing, but rather the complete lack of it. The darkness filling the sky, too, stretched like an infectious disease throughout the globe’s inner walls, devouring the snow, erasing the white. The tree’s bark was dying, haunted by a mysterious spiral which distorted its body, like a wet fabric being squeezed.

Emptiness seeped through his sanctuary.

“Sister…?”

She stared blankly into Uranus and a deep mix of horror crashed into her soul. Something was wrong.

Something was terribly wrong.

“Go away…” an indistinguishable voice spoke.

“… Who are you?”

“Go away!”

“I won’t leave until you explain what is happening here!” shouted Mercury with her feet cramping the ground below.

“Leave us alone… Please… It is…”

“…?”

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“It is… Un…bearable” cried tragically the tortured being.

“What is?”

“Unbearable… Un…bearable… He is… Go away… Go away!”

 “Sis… Is it talking to me?”

Mercury looked at the boy, who was standing still, and froze herself on a dubious glare.

“You?”

“Leave!” the voice screamed in a high pitched tone, and Uranus finally decided to act.

He descended gracefully with his right arm held high and the left hand an open palm.

 “Now you’re speaking my language!”

Mercury sprinted forwards while lowering her back at a constant speed, making a slight pause every second. At each stop, her arms would bulge and lava would leak from her fissures like blood wallowing on a cut wrist. At each stop, an impactful noise of her arms growing steadily and her hands hauling the terrain with its size.

On a split reaction, when Uranus was nearly touching her with his open palm, Mercury threw all of her weight into that wrathful punch, speed only inferior to light, intending to smash him on the ground with brute force.

Uranus blocked her in one swift, delicate motion. It was such a beautiful move that even the word used, block, can’t describe the beacon of his touch, which utterly nullified Mercury’s fury with his own serenity.

He didn’t spare her a moment to act surprised, it was like time had stopped but he was able to phase through it. He manipulated the fingers of his free hand and slowly laid it on Mercury’s mask.

The world had lost its colors, all she could hear was a kind laugh that resembled a musical instrument.

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“It’s blurred…” whispered Saturn, his voice barely perpetrating the air.

He had lost sight of his primary objective, instead choosing a battle unlikely to be won. His insensibility towards the world didn’t allow him to be disappointed with himself, nor to dive too deep on past actions and their consequences.

All that mattered was now, the instant. And the instant presented itself on his visions.

It was as if he had passed on to a new reality, a world completely different from any other he had ever seen.

It was the creation of a galaxy, right from the beginning. How it surged, how it developed… How it ended. Over and over, an endless cycle of origin and decay.

Nor Joy nor sadness, he felt nothing. He had never experienced this before, and as such, didn’t know how to react.

However, when the vision closed itself like a curtain, his blighted mask robbed him the light. It was the price for being bestowed with such a sight.

The girl was gone. His power, left with no traces. The world, black.

But his instincts were sharper than ever, to the point where they couldn’t be called instincts anymore. They were destiny,  and he chose to follow it.