One day, hundreds of years ago, the Tyrant found a small Egg planet that was growing so rapidly, it would soon pose a threat to him and his army if it wasn't stopped. The Tyrant took a small part of his army, and went to destroy the planet. Meanwhile, an Egg child, whose name was lost to time, was sitting at home with his mother. He was crying to his mother, telling her how terrible life had been to him. His mother comforted him, telling him everything would be okay in the end. Everybody bullied him for his green hair, and he had no friends. His mother was the only thing he cared about in this hateful world. The Tyrants army suddenly burst into the house, and captured the mother, but the child escaped. The child returned when the noise had stopped, and saw his mother in horrible condition. She had been able to fight off the intruders with her magic, but she had been greatly injured in the process.
C: Mommy! What happened?!
M: I fought off the invaders *cough*, but they hurt me pretty good.
C: A-are you gonna be okay..?
M: No, I'm too weak to move, my child. *cough cough*
C: No! I'll save you!
M: It's too late. *pulls out a shining green gem and extends her arm* Take this, and whenever you hold it, think of me. I love you. *eyes close and breathing stops*
C: *starts crying* Mommy! No! Don't die! Please!
But it was too late.
Years went by, the damage from the Tyrant was very great, and most of it had still not been repaired. The majority of the planet was overtaken and settled by the Tyrants army. The child had been living in a small community, hidden from the Tyrant, when the Tyrant had found it. He took his army and wiped away the town with ease. All except for the child. He was standing, looking at a crater where the town had been, frozen with fear, when he heard footsteps approaching. A hand gripped his shoulder, and he heard a voice.
T: You have two options, come with me, or die here.
But he said nothing. The fear inside of the child was morphing, growing, into a rage. The child was no longer afraid. He was determined to kill the tyrannous overlord before him.
T: Hmpf, your choice.
The Tyrant lifted his blade to crack open the child's head, but he blinked, and the child was gone.
C: Y O U W I L L P A Y F O R Y O U R C R I M E S
T: h-huh?
The Tyrant was struck by a green blur, over and over again, he swung at it, but failed to hit it everytime, until he eventually created a pillar of fire. That stopped the Child in his tracks.
