[LOG ENTRY #0451 – DATE: UNKNOWN – LOCATION: MOBILE OBSERVATION VESSEL ORBITING VENUS]
I am the last remaining observer from the old guard. A scientist, forgotten by time, drifting through systems, piecing together what remains of logic in a galaxy where order has crumbled into chaos.
I speak not for sides, not for factions, but for clarity. The mission is simple: Observe, record, understand. No interference… unless it becomes necessary.
Today, something extraordinary occurred.
From orbit, I saw a vessel pierce Venus' brutal atmosphere. One that defied the raging storms and descended without resistance. I recognized the energy signature. It belonged to the Blue One. The being known throughout classified interstellar records as "Cloud Solslade," a blue-scaled humanoid of draconic origin—reportedly the last of his kind.
Traveling with him was a smaller being, a boy. Pale white hair, black eyes, and a brooding gait. His records are sparse—he doesn't exist in the known registry of planetary citizens. If Cloud Solslade trusts him, then he's important.
Upon landing, they encountered what could only be described as the last members of a vanishing race.
The Victinions.
A rare species said to possess complete adaptive evolution within seconds of exposure. The flaw in this gift? An accelerated natural lifespan of only one Earth-year. Highly unstable, biologically vulnerable to conceptual threats, and generally feared.
But one among them—an anomaly.
A girl.
Humanoid in shape, brown-skinned with radiant golden markings etched across her body like living circuitry. While she appears human, my sensors registered a rapid oscillation of adaptive cells unlike anything I've recorded. They called her "Kyi."
From what I can observe, she had been sealed away. Her emergence was not celebratory, but catastrophic. She attacked the boy and the Blue One. Wild. Uncontrolled. Like a living storm of instinct and pain.
And then… something changed.
The boy with white hair… he flinched mid-flight, as though hearing a voice that did not reach my instruments. His face twisted—not in fear, but sorrow. His eyes, wide as planets, whispered of burdens too deep for someone his age. He looked at her and mouthed something I couldn't hear.
Then I felt it. A ripple.
It wasn't physical. It wasn't from Cloud Solslade, nor the girl.
It was from the boy.
A spike of data broke through my scanners. Dormant genetic coding… awakening. Something ancient. Something… wrong. Or perhaps, right, if survival is the metric.
What did he hear?
"Kill me."
That's what it looked like she said.
Could the girl's plea have resonated with some buried trauma in him? Could he be reacting not to the threat, but to the tragedy?
He didn't attack. He didn't flee either. He simply... opened his hands.
The Blue One pulled him away before she could strike again, but the look on his face—the boy—is burned into my retina logs. Not confusion. Not determination.
Compassion.
Like someone who saw not a monster… but a prisoner begging to be freed.
...
In the corners of Venus' volatile valleys, a new war stirs. But it is not of nations or weapons. It is a war of will. Of identity. Of the chains memory places upon power.
The girl tears through the air now, having adapted even to flight. Her movement is unstable, yet she learns too fast. She may soon outpace the Blue One. If the boy is who I think he might become… then this system may yet have a chance.
But if not…
Let this log serve as a record before all falls to entropy.
—END LOG—