//------------------------------// // Rebirth and Discoveries // Story: Magical Hearts // by KukriRyuTsukino //------------------------------// Earth, May 21, 2025 Mìsos Trómoi exhaled softly, his pale amber skin contrasting qute noticeably.  His dark amber irises had a deep amethyst ring around the edges as his red tipped dark blonde hair swayed a bit around his shoulders and upper back. His gaze drifted around cautiously and alertly. He blinked as he noticed a flash of dark auburn hair swaying out of the corner of his eye.  He spun, spotting the bounding head of hair from a young woman he gauged to be 19 or so. What he didn't expect was to feel a frigid burning surge throughout his body. His gaze snapped back in front to see a sneering face. He looked down to see an stinger embedded in his upper abdomen close to his right side before he saw a second stinger rising over the Kytinn's shoulder before a barrier of golden fire flared from his instinctively raised hands, shoving the Kytinn woman back as sparks flew from the deflected strike and ripping the stinger free from his body though the icy burning warned him of poison. His eyes narrowed as he clamped it over his side. "Nepa'aspis," he grunted, recognizing her. He twisted before kicking the Kytinn woman back, dust kicking up before he felt something burning through his body, unaware hidden scales that shimmered a deep golden red edged in deep emerald revealed themselves in an aura of deep bluish green flames, coiling four times up his forearms, covering his elbows in barely visible barbs. The scales outlined his biceps before covering the back of his shoulder blades before running down his spinal column. He swayed to the side in a ducking bob before he tagged her with a reversed elbow before he heard a gagging screech before he twisted into a vicious roundhouse before turning into a thrust kick. He saw the dark blue blood splash onto the ground as she let out a sharp, hacking cough. He gritted his teeth as he felt like someone had injected magma throughout his body as his fingers curled into fists as deep golden amber flames with prismatic golden tips ignited around his feet as his eyes narrowed as his eyes widened as he was engulfed in a brilliant flare of light. Pharast 3, Ungula - City of Canterlot A pair of young sorceresses, one aged 18 and the other just under 16, one clad in shades of mulberry, byzantine purple, and borderline indigo and the other clad in warm shades of copper, scarlet, tangerine, and muted gold, let their hands drop as they breathed heavily, the Arcana Sigil's glow fading from a mingled mulberry-violet and deep sea green to a dull, muted gray.  "That….. was draining. Our magic reserves, I sense, are at perhaps 12% combined,  Sunset. Though there seems to have been no result whatsoever," the young woman commented, her deep violet eyes tired beneath her mid back length dark sapphire blue hair with moderate purple and brilliant raspberry streaks a bit darker with sweet scented sweat. "Seems we'll have to review the runework and…" the other young woman's irises were a deep crystalline aquamarine as she spoke before pausing as her eyes widened, her hair in shades of scarlet, auburn, copper, and holding golden highlights streaked through it. They felt the floor tremble slightly abruptly as the Sigil flared a brilliant hot golden color before fading. To their surprise, a young man a bit older than Sunset was sprawled, his hand clamped to his right side though blood trickled through his fingers even as they watched. Sunset swiftly hefted him to his feet, ignoring his pained yelp. "We have to get you to the infirmary," she muttered warily. She didn't know this guy and knew if Princess Celestia didn't question him, it was likely others would. She could almost feel the magic burning beneath his skin. "Might not be a bad idea for suppressor bracers… at least until he can control his magic, Twilight," she deadpanned.  "I suppose. I can feel his magic from here… feels… like a volcano," Twilight said slowly. "You think he could be as strong as us?" she said carefully.  "More than likely, though it is obvious that his magic awoke due to trauma… likely to save his life," Sunset commented. "Though the real question is where is he native? Obviously not here on Ungula," she commented.  A low cough distracted her. "Earth… ugh… Reefside," he muttered hoarsely. "Though that Kytinn bitch… I'm gonna beat her ass down," he muttered. "Latin… 'scorpion'... 'viper'," he muttered before his body went almost limp. "Scorpion? Viper? You think he might have been poisoned?" Twilight said, quickly connecting the dots in her mind. Sunset blinked as Twilight slung his other arm over her shoulders, helping to shoulder his weight, though she pressed her hand to his injured side, discreetly focusing a bit of magic into her fingers to accelerate his healing. "Likely," she sighed. Her gaze shifted to his hanging head as he tried to help as he could, which wasn't much. She could feel his muscles twitching as if something were beneath his skin. What that could be, however, had her curious. — Within Mìsos' mind, however, he found himself walking through a tall archway of age darkened stone before it widened into a broad room beyond which was lit by large fires as well as numerous soldiers in samurai armor.  He cocked his head, noticing some with halberds, others with naginata, as well as some with katana and hookswords. He noticed kusarigama,  spears, broadswords, quarterstaffs, and an immense variety of throwing weapons and bows. His gaze shifted to where he recalled Shang Tsung's Soulnado being. To his mild surprise was a tall, eleven and a half foot tall dragon half lounging in a heavy throne. His head cocked, not recognizing him but he could sense the lethal, dangerous power rolling off the bipedal dragon. His head cocked, getting a distinct sense of knowing who it was, yet unable to recall who it was. "My Army, gathered in My Name, though they may fight for you if you earn their respect, My Heir," the dragon rumbled. Mìsos blinked, cocking his head. "Should I know of them? Or of you?" he deadpanned. He saw the Dragon pause at that.  The slightly greenish yellow-golden glow in those eyes dimmed to reveal golden orange irises with dark scarlet slitted pupils with an ebon core. As he opened his mouth, the throne chamber trembled slightly. "We will talk in time. Know that you are Dövthurkūl," was his final words before exhaling a blast of flames that engulfed his mental avatar, expelling him from the soulscape. In the conscious world — Mìsos' eyes fluttered open as he groaned, very aware his tawny skin could be termed as 'smoky topaz' in tone. He felt an odd tingling beneath his skin, almost like an electrical current. "You're fortunate that your injury was near nothing vital or the haemo-neurotoxic venom would have killed you far faster than could have been treated," a woman with vaguely pony characteristics and wavy light pink hair commented dryly. Her eyes were a pale aquamarine blue. He noticed her skin was covered by a fine layer of light pinkish white fur. "Where am I?" he commented warily.  "Canterlot, on the planet of Ungula within the Magix Dimension," her tone was cool. She glanced at the clipboard she'd hung over the foot of the bed. "You have me utterly confused," Mìsos Trómoi deadpanned bluntly, unaware his upper arms had streaks of reptilian scales, the deep golden scarlet scales and dark emerald edges quite noticeable.  His mind, however, was operating in overdrive. "Haemo-neurotoxic venom? Striking, more than likely, at the heart and brain… one to kill one they would see as a threat, the other, more than likely, to paralyze potential reproduction hosts. Kytinn reproduce parasitically… absorbing the strongest qualities from a host before killing them. In all likelihood, they are those that the cinematic 'Xenomorphs' were based upon," he muttered under his breath.  He saw the woman blink at his muttering. His head tilted as she turned away, noticing what looked like a Chinese Trigram on the nape of her neck a half shade darker than her fur as her hair shifted by her light pink collar - ☶ - though what caught his eye was the Chinese Hexagram upon the back of her cream colored shirt in scarlet - ䷑ - which made his head tilt. "I'm guessing that refers to your employment as a healer?" he commented. She blinked before half turning with a small smile. "Yes," she commented. "It appears whatever world you are native to knows of Trigram Sigils?" she commented with mild interest. "On my world, they are known as Trigrams native to a land known as China. Though in all likelihood, I will not be going back anytime soon, hmm?" he sighed. "I wouldn't know, due to my talents being primarily in healing, both mundane and arcane," she commented before she paused. "I'm Nami Skyheart," she introduced herself.  "Mìsos Trómoi," he commented wryly. "Though I do wonder about these. They're restraints of some sort, though what kind, I can't tell. I do know Chì Users were not that uncommon in my world, however," he commented, not mentioning that the energy he could feel thrumming beneath his skin felt much stronger than the average Chì Energy.