What I Fight For

A SRMTHFG Fanfiction

Chiro. Who is he really? Is he just some Shuggazoomian kid, chosen by destiny to lead this team?

Or, is he really what we learned—the Keeper of a powerful magical artifact, born on Earth and sent away to keep him safe? I can't say for sure. He's a mystery now, that's for sure—one minute he's fine, then next he's hallucinating and fighting enemies that aren't there. He's gaining new abilities beyond that of the Power Primate, like controlling machines and levitating rocks…

Prologue: The Past

"Please, my Lord. He's not safe on Earth!"

"Get up. You know I hate people bowing down to me."

The woman stood up, nodding.

"Now, please explain to me calmly why my charge isn't safe on my own world?" the calm, male voice said slowly.

The woman swallowed. "I know you created him, but he is my son. If anyone else on Earth finds out the power he can wield, there will be no safe place for him, even with you protecting him."

"I have indeed underestimated the danger of the Terran human race," the male said. A figure floated out of the shadows; an iridescent green ghost, with no eyes, mouth, anything of the like. "I had to kill my last Keeper. But I have made this young one," it motioned to the baby in the woman's arms, "to be pure of heart, strong of mind. He will save lives, I'm sure of it. Just, not on Earth."

"Where could you send him?"

"Shuggazoom," it replied. "He should be raised by humans more kind than the ones found on my Earth. And return home…when he's old enough."

"How will he learn of the Keystones?"

"My good friend Luxian will provide an outlet, and her Keeper shall be a bodyguard."

"You trust that good for nothing—"

"Yes, I trust her," the spirit said.

"And you can stand being away from Earth for such a long time?"

The spirit grunted. "No. But I care for the boy much more. I will do whatever it takes."

The woman sighed, looking with large eyes. "Who will watch over Earth?"

"I can watch over Earth from anywhere in the universe," the spirit replied. "I'm capable of that much."

The spirit looked around. The room they were in was dark, curtains blocking the sun. "I've been exposed too long. I need to go. I'll get a friend to pick him up and take him to Shuggazoom. Good-bye for now…"

And it vanished.

The baby remained in the dark room for a few hours. Suddenly, a bright shining light appeared, and then vanished as suddenly as it came.

"Ugh, Tellaim, you HAD to buy a house in the middle of a city," a female voice said arrogantly. "I hate cities, they're so closed up and I can't fly fast without crashing into a skyscraper."

"Thanks for coming," the first, familiar, voice said. The infant looked over to where the male voice came from. He seemed to like that voice.

"Oo, he's cute," the female voice said. The green ghost appeared and looked in the direction of the voice. "Hopefully this one won't be a disaster like the last one."

"He won't," the ghost said. "His heart is strong."

"Sooo, am I your mercenary again? Want me to take out another stupid human who got out of line?"

"No. I need you to take him," the ghost motioned at the infant, "to Shuggazoom."

"You want me to babysit him?" There was a disgusted scoff, but nothing else.

"I know you can. At least take him to Shuggazoom. You don't have to watch over him, just take him there. I will watch over him, but I still need your help until he's old enough to control the power. You're a powerful Keeper. You're practically the Keystone itself."

"Stop kissing up to me, Tellaim, I never said I wouldn't," the other voice laughed.

The baby looked from one voice to another, wondering why they were making odd noises. It reached towards where the male voice was coming from and let out a little shriek for attention. The green ghost picked him up from his little travel seat and held him close, it's insubstantial body somehow supporting the baby. "Has Aether said anything about this?"

"You know him. 'Knowing will not change the outcome.' Pft, he wouldn't say anything to me."

"Oh well. It's more fun taking chances and not knowing the outcome." The ghost would have smiled if it had a mouth.

"You've always liked to gamble. So, what's his name?" A vague notion at the infant.

"You should know that. This little one's name is Chiro."

And, yes, Horizon 122 has OFFICIALLY been discontinued. Like, when I seriously discontinue a story, I put a huge 'DISCONTINUED' watermark over it in Word. Horizon has that watermark. Sorry.