Cerulean and Aqua hurried back to their home spectrum and almost trampled over Blue, who was standing in the midst of three different waterfalls. The water looked almost like a throne and met the bottom of Blue’s ball gown and mixed with her deep blue wavy hair. Cerulean slid to a halt while Aqua fell into a sitting position right in front of her.

“Whoa!” Blue laughed, “What is so urgent you two?!” she kneeled in front of them. The two began to talk at the same time telling her of what they saw, both in their own words. “Wait, wait… only one of you at a time please!” she yelled before turning to Cerulean, who started over from the beginning. When she was finished, Aqua chimed in,

“And Red said that it was Sin. She couldn’t be right? Could she? I mean… how could she know that?” At this, Blue thought a moment, seeming to ponder over the entire story.

“Well, you must remember that Red was the first Astrian created by the Exalted One. We don’t know what He told her, or how long it was before He created the rest of us. I was next, followed by Yellow. The other Ila came from there. I wouldn’t take lightly anything that you hear from Red. She is the Queen for a reason.”

“Yea, but…” Aqua started, “Why now?”

“We have always faced Sin, but up until now, we have only had to deal with its effects. We have never had to face Sin in its pure form. If it is as you said, then it can only mean we have finally gone so out of order that Sin is bold enough to show its face.” She looked down slightly,

“What does that mean?” Cerulean asked noting the Ila’s sad look,

“Red always said that we were never as unified as we should be, and the constant growing separation of the Spectrums has left room for Sin to grow stronger.” She sighed, “We must have grown so distant, that Sin is strong enough to fight us itself.” She thought for a moment and looked from one to the other, “Unfortunately, with so many forms of Sin, there is no telling what form it’s showing now.”




Outside the window, far away from the spectrum, a dense purple blur seeped through the clouds, scattering the bubbles around it. A wide shape ripped through and shot straight up into the air, leaving a trail of lilac haze in its wake. It was tall and slightly slender, built like a creature leaning back proudly with its nose stuck permanently in the air. Its deep purple body was completely disjointed, the segments held together by some invisible means. Its arms were the length of its body and its hands were a little larger than its head. It had no eyes or mouth to the naked eye and yet, could tell exactly where it was and what was around it. Lines of violet glowed down its arms and lower cone-shaped torso, where lavender wings beat like tiny propellers. When it reached a preferred altitude it stopped, and waited as if for an instruction from some unknown force. In an instant, its whole body flashed for a split second, as it turned towards one of the spectrums,

“Superbia.” it hissed before disappearing.




“So what did the Sire want?” Asked Dymona, as she followed a very frustrated Ambrose back to his cave. She had asked five times already and only received growls in return. At the entrance to his cave he turned suddenly, grabbed her by the arm and held his claws to her neck,

“If you don’t go away I’m going to rip your head off!” he said matter-of-factly with the look of fury in his eyes. Then he let her go, turned, punched a hole in the side of the entrance and walked inside.

Dymona stood still a moment rubbing her arm before following him inside. “What crawled up your tail and died?” she said looking around.

Ambrose just put his hand to his face. “I swear woman does anything ever make you go away?!” he looked back at her, “I just threatened you for Astria sake!” he added, throwing his claws up and motioning to them.

“But you just look rather like some who just lost his best friend than anything menacing.” she hunched her shoulders, “Now are you going to tell me or what?”

Ambrose growled, but resigned himself to the fact that she would not stop pestering him until he spilled his guts. So he sat on a stoop in the corner and told her all about the myth in the book and what the zabial was.

“Well it’s not an impossible task,” Dymona concluded, looking at the ground as if that would make it sound more believable.

“Thanks.” he said, rolling his eyes, before leaning over and putting his head in his hands again.

“No seriously!” she exclaimed plopping down in the middle of the mist on the floor in front of him. “They say that all myths and legends have some type of basis in real life right? I mean, they have to stem from somewhere, especially if The Exalted One has the books of Mire being guarded. Why would He have something guarded that was all fairy tales?” This made Ambrose look up, interested. Dymona smiled and turned to get more comfortable on the floor. “The book that you read must only be part of a bigger legend. I forget who wrote Great Myths of the Galaxy but I’m sure they were only writing down what others have said. The real more explicit legend must be in one of those books. You just need to find out what it is.”