Back at Etoile, deep in the heart of the city, a man dressed in a robe walked the big and long hallways of the city hall.

The man turned a corner and stopped before a door, removing his hood.

The bald brown head of councilman Kazerku was revealed and he breathed deeply before opening the door and entering the room.

Inside was a small conference room, round and only lit by lights on the ceiling. In the middle, a man was standing and waiting.

‘Commander Gustia,’ Kazerku said and the man in the room turned around.

It was an old man, having a big white beard and mustache, matching his long white hair.

His skin was pale and wrinkled and his pointy ears were even longer than those of Kazerku.

‘Councilman Kazerku,’ the man responded with a deep voice.

Kazerku walked to the middle of the room and the man called Gustia began to stand straight with his arms on his back.

‘You have been debriefed?’ Kazerku asked.

‘Yes, sir,’ Gustia responded but his face still seemed puzzled.

‘What is it?’ Kazerku asked, seeing the man’s face.

‘Sir, if I may. The debriefing came from the council after your report. A boy named Eto is the target. You bring me back from the war for a boy?’

Kazerku's eyes showed some anger, as if he couldn’t understand the ignorance of the commander.

‘A dangerous boy. My reports show me how he has been working with Generation Zero, fighting off my information man on Capgelu and destroying parts of the city.’

Gustia seemed confused.

‘I believe the images showed the boy fighting against Generation Zero at the temple, not with them.’

Kazerku gave a smug smile.

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‘As a diversion.’

Kazerku looked at Gustia with a look that showed the councilman's irritation.

‘I take it your ‘approach’ to talk to the individuals before they escape didn’t work?’

Commander Gustia felt attacked.

‘Councilman Kazerku, I had just arrived in the city and told what was happening. It was the only option I could do for that moment but if the boy is so important, I will track it down and bring him back.’

Kazerku sniffed and mumbled ‘as you should,’ before he started walking slowly through the room.

A silence occurred and stayed for a few minutes. Kazerku stopped and started talking.

Have you heard that one of the pearls has been stolen?’

Suddenly, a little bit of fear had struck Gustia.

‘The pearls?’ he asked and he remembered the information he got from them.

Kazerku nodded.

‘A power is needed by the rebels and the darkness, only for now to fall into enemy hands,’ Kazerku said.

Gustia looked puzzled at the floor, thinking about the situation.

‘You are sure this Eto is the culprit?’ he asked the councilman.

‘Of course,’ Kazerku responded. ‘It is not a coincidence that Generation Zero attacked Etoile with his fleet at the same time this boy is here. After they left, the pearl was gone.’

Gustia thought about it and slowly he nodded.

‘Anything else, sir?’ he asked but Kazerku shook his head.

‘That would be all, commander. Don’t fail me,’ Kazerku said with a demanding voice.

Without other words being said, Gustia left Kazerku in the room and walked through the door that opened and closed when Gustia approached and left.

Outside, a small boy with spiky pink hair in training armor stood waiting for commander Gustia.

‘You’re back,’ Gustia said to the boy with a little suprise.

The boy, who was a little smaller, gave a big smile to his commander.

‘I brought you some food,’ the boy said and Gustia looked at him with anger in his eyes.

‘A commander doesn’t get food. He eats when he is ready’ he said and he slapped the food out of the boy's hands.

‘You should learn that now if you want to become a commander.’

The boy looked frightened but soon his smile returned.

‘Yes sir,’ he said and he followed his commander who started walking.

After a few halls, Gustia turned to the boy and the anger on his face had disappeared.

‘Kazan, how are your powers going?’ he asked.

The boy looked confused after hearing the question but he knew what the commander was talking about.

He slowly rolled the sleeve of his arm, revealing a star shard deep in the skin of his arm, with dark burned veins around it.

‘The pain gets less and I have a feeling I can control it more,’ the boy named Kazan answered.

‘Good,’ Gustia said and he turned his gaze in front of him through the long hallway.

‘We are gonna need it.’