The light will be the savior of the worlds. The light will vanquish the ferals and protect the worlds. The light will be the guardian of the universes. The light will be pure of darkness. The light will soon return. Those were the words carved into the brain of the prince of shadows. He was told those words by all the advisers around him as the worlds were oblivious to the crisis that has struck them. Ferals roamed free on all worlds and they killed, stole, and brought destruction and chaos without consequences.

"You want to do what?" the superintendent of Ceri asked staring at the prince of shadows in disbelief.

"I want to create the light once more. It's time for the light to return." The superintendent shook his head.

"There's too much of a risk."

"The worlds are at more of a risk then your people."

"Yes, but-"

"Isn't it the IPF's job to protect the worlds?"

"Yes, but-"

"Then let me bring back the light and your people will feel safer." The superintendent sighed knowing there was no use arguing with the ruler of the shadows when the stubborn man had his mind set on something.

"Fine." The shadow price smiled knowing he won.

"Farewell," his voice trailed off as he vanished into the shadows and gave a nod to his scientist giving them the all clear to begin the creation of the light.

Meanwhile in the hospital in Ceri's capital.

A newborns cry was heard as the mother's vital signs flat-lined. The father, who was standing by, took the, wrapped in blue, baby as tears streamed down his cheeks. I promise to protect you... my little star. The baby's clear blue eyes reflected back the fathers dark blue eyes filled with tears.