Arcticon: Unlock the Unknown, #2

Two months had past—directing time into the first of December. Within that time, Soren Cutrone, Asuka Akioto, Mia Vossler, and Damonico Damirror gradually learned how to cope with the newly acquired Gem of Life of New Earth—granting them with adaptation to the eight worlds in the Unison galaxy without the need for a vaccine. Still, the group of four hadn’t fully utilized the ability; they felt shocked, and a bit fearful of their occurrence and revealed importance. Even though they accepted their journey and obligation to the galaxy, they wanted to erase the awareness—at least for a short while. The four found it tedious to hang out as a group, especially with their demanding schedules. For the last two months, they’d returned to their normal lives.

For Soren, balancing out his work life as the director of the Vivacity Alliance, on top of school and working as a double agent for the nefarious Queen Malzeria Nieye, left him little to no free time. Though he wanted to move forward from his deceased life on Earth, he still found it emotionally arduous to bury his forty-six-year-old identity and life. After celebrating his seventeenth birthday on the twenty-second of September—for the second time—his new life became even more real. His passing birthday increased his determination to help take down the growing Vigore Alliance, led by Malzeria and Divordok Damirror, Grand Superior of the Infernity Abyss.

Damonico, superior and heir to the throne, hated the idea of devoting any of his free time towards the journey of four; his days were already consumed by working for Wretched Forces under Captain Nelek Gorciano. He could barely tolerate juggling work and attending two schools—Unison Grand on planet New Earth and Elmonsra Academy for Demonitry on planet Wretched Hollows. His life was divided by two worlds. All he desired was spending time with the love of his life, Haylia Debarato—and, of course, his Wretched clan. Damonico’s hell-bent on seizing power and control, taking the commander position for Wretched Forces with Haylia by his side—nothing else matters.

Princess Asuka continued to hang out with Mia; she also regularly spent time with Soren at school. Her new job as a Wretched Forces agent deemed toilsome. However, she was quickly learning their customs. She kept her distance from Damonico at work, but tentatively watched him. She also kept her eyes peeled for the reasoning behind her urge to work under King Mirroe. Her job did well at hindering her desires for partying and drugs, but it didn’t prevent it. Asuka dabbled in the occasional all-nighter party scene with Kysa Rysonyte and illegal racing with the best of Okulis Orbitorium.

Lady Mia of Kandy Kingdom was perhaps dealing with everything the worst out of the group. Mia’s anxiety of her artificial sophistication consumed her every thought. Comfort only buddied her when she was working for Malzeria Nieye in the Vigore Alliance, for she was able to freely express and learn how to control her cyborg powers. Whereas, in her everyday life, she hid her enhancements, especially when with Asuka, Soren, Damonico, and her boyfriend, Shadow.

No sign of the group’s odyssey had made itself present—that is, until the winter solstice approached.

Soren, Asuka, Mia, and Damonico reunited at a popular restaurant, Jumble Joint, on Unison Grand’s campus. In festivity of the upcoming Arcticon annual holiday—Crescent Joviality—the ever-changing restaurant’s appearance duplicated a common Arcticon design and cuisine for the month of December.

I feel like it’s been forever since the four of us have been together, Princess Asuka said.

I agree, Mia said with her soft, mellifluous voice.

Soren nodded. Indeed, this assemblage was long overdue.

Damonico crossed his strong arms. He let out a heavy sigh, rolling his eyes.

Well, now that we’ve all had time to assess the denouement of our connection, Soren said, it is imperative we combine our intellectuality in order to formulate a scheduling panacea to ensure we are ready for our approaching journey.

Although Soren appeared as a seventeen-year-old, his exceptional intellect gave way to the true forty-six-year-old polymath within.

Come again? Asuka asked. Speak normal, computer. She giggled.

Soren chuckled. A solution for our schedule differences, so we can meet more frequently in order to strengthen our bond.

Everything’s been going great without us being together so far, Damonico said. It’ll probably be counterproductive. He glared at Mia and Asuka. Some of us are stronger than others. His tone sounded pompous, as usual.

Keep tellin’ yourself that, Asuka said. "You’re just mad because you know we’re all equal and you’ve made it up in your mind that you’re some sort of god."

Soren could tell Damonico was about to snap, fueling the fire of altercation. As Damonico opened his mouth to speak, Soren intervened. I think we can all agree that this unexpected impediment has caused a great deal of discombobulation in our consciousness, but we were given this gift as a foundation to the plethora of power we will attain from the seven remaining Gems of Life.

Damonico’s face lowered, his angry arched eyebrows darkening his deep-set right red and left green eye. He was so sick of being around Asuka and her overweening nature, while Mia’s craven and timorous temperament hauled him into kill mode. Soren was the only one Damonico respected out of the three. Regardless, he couldn’t bear thinking about yet another forced journey together, but it had to be done. All right. He snarled, looking off. What’s good for you guys?

Mia rubbed her arm, her eyes cowering. She’d been around Damonico enough—she knew when his buttons were pressed. Why’s he so mad? Is it really that torturous for him to be around us? Um … weekends aren’t really that great for me, but—

How about right now? Asuka said with sass, locking her eyes on Damonico.

I mean … I do have a couple hours before I have to catch a bullet shuttle back to my parents’, Mia said. Does that work for you guys? She looked over at Soren and Damonico.

I guess, Damonico said.

Yes, it’s quintessential to build our connection as soon as possible, Soren said.

Great. Mia’s plump lips formed a half-smile. What did you have in mind, Asuka?

Hey, gorgeouses! Princess Naela Henningsworth of Arcticon exclaimed.

Princess Nikki Rich of New Earth strode beside her with wide eyes. Oh, Asuka, Mia, darlings! What are you all doing? she asked.

Nikki and Naela were best friends, inseparable since birth. The duo always looked poise and polished—modeling the latest designer fashions.

Hi, loves. Asuka got up, kissing each of the beautiful princesses on the cheek. We were just about to leave this bad boy to go do something.

Hey, guys. Mia waved at the two princesses. She was too shy to hug them.

Oh, is the Friday fun about to begin? Naela winked at Asuka.

Asuka inched closer to Naela. I wish. Not with that brick in the wall. She motioned towards Damonico.

Garcon! Nikki snapped at the host about to seat the pair. Kindly bring the usual drinks to our table while we converse with our royal compadres. Nikki had a theatrical tone to her voice that drew the attention of those around her.

Yes, of course, Your Highness. The host bowed and rushed to fulfill Nikki’s orders.

Nikki looked across the way. "And, hello, Soren … Damonico." She glowered at him. Nikki’s pouty, red lips popped her hazel eye color.

Damonico got up and walked over to Nikki. Oh, what a pleasure it is to see you again, he said snidely. He looked over at Naela. How do you manage to hang out with this one?

Ugh! Nikki said. Well I never. Your discourteousness is out of control.

Naela giggled. Easy, Nik. He’s just messin’ with you. Naela batted her benevolent brown eyes at the striking Wretched heartthrob. Naela’s wavy charcoal hair faded from dark at the top to light at the tips, complementing her mulatto skin. She wore black lipstick, amplifying her full lips.

Damonico snickered at Nikki’s vibrant behavior. Although she pierced his eardrums, he still needed to comply with his boss’s orders of being as genial as possible. He glanced at Nikki’s red attire. I need to try and accept this obnoxious girl. I mean … she does kinda look like a Wretched girl. I was only kidding. I feel like we got off on the wrong side. He forced out a hand.

Well, that’s more like it. She perched her hand for him to kiss.

Damonico grunted. He grabbed Nikki’s hand and shook it. Not in your lifetime, sweetie.

Agitated, Nikki flipped her silky brown hair. "Anyways, she turned her attention back to Asuka and Mia, have you all gotten your crescent jewels yet?"

Not yet! Asuka said. I really need to. She pondered and turned towards Mia and Soren. Hey, how about we go get our crescent jewels … on Arcticon!

You better hurry; a month is barely enough time for your jewel to evolve! Nikki exclaimed, attracting the attention of surrounding tables.

Yeah, Nik and I got ours last week. Naela checked a message on her invisible viro shield. Well, great seeing you guys, she smiled, but I’m runnin’ on empty and need to go order before I make an appearance for LAS.

Agreed. Ta-ta for now, lovelies! Nikki held her chin high, sauntering off with Naela.

Well that was an experience, Damonico said.

Soren cleared his throat. Anyways, where shall we go to attain these crescent jewels, Miss Akioto?

I know the perfect place! It’s the number one spot. Located in Arctic National, of course. Let’s head off campus and open a portal, pronto! Asuka said, striding forth.

Damonico dreaded the idea of buying a crescent jewel. The Crescent Joviality holiday was the complete opposite of his beliefs and his world’s annual holiday, Moonnight, but he wasn’t about to halt the group’s attempt at reunification. There’s no way I’m buying one of those. But I’ll let them think what they want.

The group proceeded across campus to Unison Grand’s bullet shuttle station (more properly referred to as a global teleport). They observed faculty and fellow students decorating the campus with Crescent Joviality cheer. Flashing banners and signs were sure to light up the night—dancing with sayings like: Have a Jovi Joviality! Crescent is here! Happy Crescent Joviality! More decorations were assembled throughout the open, grassy campus, adding an artful touch. Everything seemed so much better during this time of year—everyone exuded positivity.

The group of four maneuvered through the crowds of students and boarded a shuttle. Students around loaded their weekend baggage overhead. The shuttle’s sophisticated sensory system secured safety harnesses over each passenger and locked all overhead compartments.

Compartments secured, an artificial voice spoke through the overhead speakers. Next stop, Luxien Towers, New Earth’s capital city. Estimated arrival ten seconds.

By utilizing gravitational force, bullet shuttles journey by frictionless tracks in underground tunnels, permitting travel anywhere in the world to take minutes—even seconds—depending on the destination. Each underground track uses powerful magnets, consenting magnetic levitation to eliminate friction. The angles of the tracks regulate the speed rates, which can travel as fast as twenty thousand miles per hour.

Destination reached. Welcome to Luxien Towers, New Earth’s capital city, the artificial voice said as the harnesses, overhead compartments, and doors unlocked.

Let’s go! Asuka bolted with the others into the bustling city of gold towers.

Digital ads displayed across the glossy high-rise windows. The clubs, restaurants, and shops showed videos of their internal guests enjoying themselves. The group of four went into a dark, desolated alley. They needed to make sure no one saw them generate a portal—a gift very few possess—reserved only for beings of high power.

Normally, a being would have to go to a universal teleport to board a special travelcraft, which travels by portal at a finite speed of one hundred eight-six thousand miles per second from one universal teleport to the next.

Traveling to different worlds is a luxury due to the expense, and also the difficulty of acquiring the proper adaptation vaccine beforehand for the body to adjust properly to the new atmosphere. Luckily for Soren, Asuka, Damonico, and Mia, the gift of adaption from New Earth’s Gem of Life, given by the sun god Vitalus, allowed their bodies to automatically adjust between different worlds’ atmospheres without the need for a vaccine.

Damonico’s purple impression veil on his index finger, decorated by black diamonds and designs of red stones, generated a swirling portal of light blue and white.

The group went through the portal and arrived on Arcticon—the largest world in the Unison galaxy best known for its year-round ice and snow. The group felt a warmth bloom within them, spreading out to tingle their toes and fingertips, as their bodies adjusted to the new ecosystem. They stood in an alleyway of frosted bricks.

Asuka shivered, rubbing her arms. It’s so chilly. I should’ve brought a heavier jacket! Let’s go into the city! She grabbed Mia’s hand and bounced out into the open area of Arctic National.

Wow. Damonico snickered. He put his hands in his stylish, fur-lined jacket—its color matching his blood-red hair. Ready, Cutrone? He arched his eyebrow.

Indeed.

Arctic National, the most luxurious city on Arcticon, was fit for the wealthy. Each building seemed to have a wintry effect—ice feathers embellished the windows, while crystal and frosted stones made up the walls. Pitched roofs and arched doorways made it a city of mini ice castles. The city alone looked breathtaking, but during the month of December it really shined. It was already decorated for Arcticon’s annual holiday, dazzling with lit-up walkways, signs, and decorations. The city’s main Inclusivision, big enough to match the sun, showed music videos of renowned singers performing specialty Crescent Joviality tunes.

So, this Crescent Joviality is an Arcticon holiday to which the other seven worlds celebrate as well? Soren asked the group.

Yes, it’s the biggest winter holiday in the Unison galaxy, Mia said in a hush tone.

It’s beyond! Asuka exclaimed over her shoulder.

Soren nodded and looked over at Damonico. And what are your thoughts, Mr. Damirror? Do even the noctrens of Wretched Hollows embrace this holiday?

Definitely not. But … Arcticon is one of our most favored worlds. We like the cold weather—it reminds us of Wretched. And the sports are prime.

As they sauntered towards their destination, the fellow glacians noticed the nobility in the group of four. Most of the civilians belonged to the upper class so they respected Princess Asuka, Lady Amelia, and Damonico, superior and heir to the throne. They merely gossiped with blithe and some took captures from a distance.

Soren noticed how the glacians looked fairly different from earthlings. Their hair colors predominantly ranged from hues of blue, white, and silver. Although Arcticon hosted all ethnicities, their skin tones all seemed to grace a flushed complexion along their cheeks and noses—it looked natural and attractive. Everyone dressed in furs and fashionable winter attire.

Damonico nudged Soren’s arm. He motioned his head towards a group of young female models entering a department store. Yeah? He eyed him.

Soren glanced at the girls. Normally thoughts of his deceased wife would block his ability to see other women in a romantic light, yet for some reason he thought of Savorah this time—the princess of Wretched Hollows. Ever since their first encounter when she helped break him free from Wretched Forces, she seemed to unexpectedly consume his mind. "Yes, they’re nice-looking young ladies. Perhaps you should go say hi." He smirked.

Damonico chuckled. Not me, bud. They’re not my type. Damonico couldn’t think of being with any other girl other than Haylia—she was far too perfect to him to even compare with another.

We’re here! Mia said, unable to conceal her excitement. Being on Arcticon made her feel so refreshed and happy—opposite of how she felt back at her so-called home.

They stood in front of the crystal-exterior store, Joziah’s Jewels.

Asuka locked arms with Mia and shoved through the doors, a permanent smile upon their faces. Soren and Damonico followed behind, amused from the girls’ youthful enthusiasm.

A man dressed in a tailored suit stood in the entryway. His black, trimmed beard and thick charcoal hair matched his outfit. His round cheeks and husky stomach made him welcoming. His features reminded Soren of an Arab person back on Earth.

Welcome to Joziah’s Jewels! the man said. I’m Joziah. He held out a gentle hand and greeted each of the ladies. What can I help such nobility with today? He smiled with a bow.

Hello, Mia said. We’re looking to buy some crescent jewels. She tried to hold back jumping up and down.

Ahh … perfect! You’ve come to the right and best place! He opened the door with one hand, swaying his other to let them into the store. Right this way. I’ll have my best associates help you with your selections.

Thank you! Asuka said, hurrying into the store with Mia.

Thank you, sir, Soren said, shaking the owner’s hand as he passed him.

Damonico gave Joziah a head nod as he strode through the doorway, his hands in his pockets.

Enjoy! Joziah said.

Rows of crescent jewels circled the oval room from the bottom all the way to the top. The windowed ceiling gave way to the pure white sun, shining down to make the thousands of clear crescent jewels luster brighter than diamonds. The tiny jewels varied in all shapes imaginable. The four gaped at the magnificence.

This is quite remarkable, Soren said. How could we possibly choose from all these?

The voice of an animated associate swayed Damonico and Soren’s attention towards the girls.

Oh. My. Gods. Princess Asuka Akioto and Lady Amelia Vossler! a male associate hollered. He rushed over to them and gasped. He held out his hands. Hi. He grinned widely. I’m Ira. Can I just say what a pleasure it is to meet you lovely ladies?

The young, flamboyant worker was slender and dressed in feminine attire. Ira’s eyeshadow and lip balm matched his tight, pink button-down and boots. His silver pompadour hair completed his manicured look.

Mia and Asuka giggled from his likable character.

Why, thank you, Ira! Asuka said, hip bumping him. Great to meet you. She shook his hand.

Yeah, thank you, Mia said, shaking his hand. It’s so nice to meet you. Will you be helping us with our crescent jewels?

Of course! Right this way! Ira sashayed downstairs to the lower level of the store, the girls trailing.

So, I guess our connection was just broken, Damonico said with sarcasm. They just left without us. I guess we should just … go.

No, Mr. Damirror, Soren said, shaking his head like a father figure. Perhaps we should follow.

Excuse me, the sweet voice of a woman said. My boss informed me that you needed assistance selecting your crescent jewels. Please, allow me to assist you. My name’s Prishel.

Prishel looked in her mid-thirties. She wore a sophisticated, cream-colored women’s suit. She styled her light-blue hair in a trendy bob. Her smiling face looked frozen.

Why, thank you, Soren said. Your service would be much appreciated.

Fantastic! Allow me to show you to the selection level. Prishel led them downstairs to a counter where Mia and Asuka were.

Shrieks! Ira said, playfully covering his mouth. Are you guys together?

Mia chuckled. Yes, we all came to pick out our crescent jewels.

Well shiver my shoulders and acclaim me the luckiest glacian ever! Not only do I get to assist you girls, but also a superior and heir. Ira walked over to Damonico, jolting out his hand. Such a honor, Your Royalness.

Damonico chuckled and shook his hand. Thanks, man.

And who’s this dapper young man fit to hang out with the three of you? Ira asked, his hands on his hips.

Asuka skipped over to Soren’s side and grabbed his arm. Soren Cutrone. She rested her head on his shoulder. He’s the best!

Uhm. Shrieks! Are you two an item? Ira asked.

Soren cleared his throat, taken aback by Ira’s false assumptions. Miss Akioto and I are just good friends. I am lucky to be associated with all three of these prestigious beings.

Well, obvi! Ira winked. So, let’s get your jewels picked out guys.

I can see you’ve got this under control, Prishel said, giggling. Let me know if you need anything.

Thanks, precious! Ira turned towards the group. So, I assume you’ve all gone through the process of picking out your crescent jewels?

I think all of us except Soren, Mia said.

Damonico kept quiet, folding his arms.

"No way, this is your first? Oh! We are gonna have so much fun!"

Soren chuckled. What exactly is the process of one selecting a crescent jewel?

Ira swirled around and grabbed a thick square pad; he held it before Soren. Just place your hands on the palm pad. It reads the inner spirit and selects a custom jewel that’s best for you!

Soren rubbed his smooth, angular chin. Fascinating. He did as instructed. The texture of the palm pad resembled a memory-foam pillow. The pad morphed to create a perfect mold of Soren’s hands.

All righty, that should do it! Ira said.

Soren removed his hands and watched as the imprints of his hands glowed like the northern lights. Like magic, a jewel on a shelf about five rows up flushed with the same colors. The high-tech shelves formed a metal hand that grabbed the jewel and gently placed it in Soren’s hands. It was the shape of a marquise diamond and about the size of a tea light candle.

Asuka and Mia went through the same process. Asuka got a pear-shaped jewel and Mia, a heart.

All righttt, you’re next, Mr. Heir! Ira said.

Oh, no, Damonico said, holding up his hand. I won’t be getting one.

What? Asuka said, her face knotting.

But, Damonico— Mia said.

Miss Vossler, Soren said. He knew from Damonico’s volatile character that the girls would be of no help convincing him. Let me take care of it. He placed his hand on Damonico’s back, directing him away from the group. Damonico, I understand and admire your adherence towards your world’s dogmata and customs; nonetheless, it is vital that you cooperate. We have yet to gain the acuity behind our connected destinies and how our approaching odyssey will aid us in our future obligations.

This has nothing to do with our Gems of Life quest, Damonico said, irritated. You don’t understand. This is going against my religion and everything I stand for. I’m already donating my time to you guys. How much more do I need to give up?

With all due respect, I must advise you to recollect the words of our divine mentors. It’s crucial that we build our bond or all those we care for will suffer.

Damonico appeared pensive. After hearing Soren’s last sentence, his puffed chest deflated, while his heart slumped. He thought about Haylia and the other few he cared for. He recollected Haylia’s words back in September, telling him that she knew he was special and that he should build a connection with Soren, Asuka, and Mia. He knew she was right—and Soren. He released a heavy sigh. Fine, he said behind clenched teeth. He strutted over to Ira and pressed his hands on the mat.

Back in action! Ira said, wiggling as he clapped his hands.

After reading Damonico’s palm, the metal hand collected an octagon-shaped crescent jewel and placed it in his hands. Damonico felt like he was holding onto an infectious disease—he couldn’t believe he actually complied. It felt so wrong. Betrayal struck his heart and soul.

Now, before you go, Ira said, "I must insist you take a group cap for your VMs. Trust me. You’ll want to savor this moment forever!" He waved his hand in the air and snapped his fingers.

The four chuckled as they grouped together, holding up their shining crescent jewels.

I’ll take it with my viro, Asuka said. She tapped her canary diamond earring, transforming into her Okulis virocator. It projected a holographic mirror in front of them. She expanded it to fit all four of them and snapped a few shots.

Ugh, you guys are hot enough to melt Arcticon! Ira said, fanning his face.

Asuka laughed. Ira, you get in here too!

Shrieks! A zillion-times yesss! Ira bounced in front of the group and bent over, resting his hands on his thighs.

Asuka snapped the capture and posted in on her Virtual Museum social media account.

Thanks so much, guys! I’ll be sure to repost it on my VM during my break. Ira beamed. I’ll have Prishel ring up your totals on the impression register over here.

The group followed and individually scanned their impression veils on the impression register; it connected to their virtual vaults and paid the necessary digits owed.

The group thanked Ira, Prishel and Joziah as they exited the store.

S ince we’re all here, I’m gonna suggest that we do our first good deed to fuel our jewels! Asuka said, unable to contain her exhilaration.

Mia’s face twinkled with gaiety. That’s a marv idea, Asuka! Since Mia’s parents forbid her from celebrating any holidays, except those from Wretched Hollows, she was used to having to sneak around to buy her jewel and perform good deeds during her errand runs on Kandy Kingdom. For once, she felt free to honor Crescent Joviality. What should we do?

Damonico rolled his eyes. The thought of doing a good act repulsed him; he felt sick to his stomach.

Hmm. Asuka pondered for a moment, then the city’s Inclusivision caught her attention. It displayed live footage of a popular sporting event; beings stood in line anxiously waiting to enter the stadium. It showed how all the proceeds from the game would go towards the charity Leaders of Animal Safety (LAS). Acrogliding! She faced the group. We should totally go volunteer for their charity! Since we’re so renowned, Asuka smirked, we’d attract even more beings and more digits for the charity! Good deed, she placed her hands on her hips, her face proud, I think so.

Sounds prime! Mia said. I’ve always dreamed of seeing a live acrogliding game! She cupped her hands together in awe.

Damonico mocked Mia, holding his hands together. "Oh, yes! Wouldn’t it just be so marv if we could go see a real acrogliding game?" He sounded like he was talking to a five-year-old.

Mia looked down, disheartened.

Whatever, Damonico, Asuka said, standing in front of Mia. You’re just mad because you didn’t think of it first. Everyone who follows you on your VM knows how much you and your posse love Arcticon sports.

Damonico let out a huff of arrogance. Didn’t know you were my number one fan. He showed off an insolent grin.

Oh, please. Asuka flipped her shoulder-length, lavender hair. There’s nothing admirable about your life.

Soren cleared his throat. Please—

Dog-like sounds captured their attention as a lit-up sleigh charged past them on the crystal road. It pulled up ahead, creating a wave of powdery snow as it parked. Six glacian passengers, appearing in their teens, exited—looks of delight decorating their rosy cheeks.

Let’s have the Icerian sleigh take us! Asuka said as she dashed ahead.

Yes! Mia raced after Asuka.

Damonico and Soren followed at a normal pace, while chuckling at the girls’ excitement, again.

Hello, Asuka said to the driver. The four of us would like to go to the acroglide game, please. She admired his blue and white hat and suit that resembled equestrian clothing.

Without looking at the princess, the driver said, Hop in.

As Soren and Damonico caught up, the huge dog look-alikes bewildered Soren. What type of animal is that? he asked, getting in the sleigh.

Mia observed the rigging tug lines connecting the eight animals to the sleigh. Hmm, I wonder what they are too. Utilizing her Vitonix technologies, Mia scanned the sleigh and the attached animals. Her internal optical scanning recognition ignited as codes zipped across her eyes. Within a second, the desired information appeared.

Along with the information on the breed, it showed various pictures of the Icerians. Wow, so pretty. It’s called an Icerian plumose; hence the name Icerian sleigh, Mia said. They’re Arcticon’s most favored sleigh transportation and racing breed.

Fascinating, Soren said.

Damonico tightened his eyes at Mia as she unnoticeably received her information. What is that girl up to?

The group buckled their seat belts for safety, with the exception of Damonico. Transparent shields surrounded the front and sides of the sleigh, protecting passengers from the arctic winds. The comfy gray seating had built-in heaters, which soothed away the harsh chill.

Alee! the man commanded, as the Icerians jolted the sleigh forward, taking them through a scenic route.

Oooh, ahhh. Asuka clowned, rocking her shoulders side to side, gently bobbing Soren and Mia’s.

A smile grew on Soren’s face. This reminds me of an amusement park ride. What a delectation this fortuitous encounter has become.

You like amusement parks? Damonico asked.

Certainly.

Wretched is known for having the best in the galaxy. The rides aren’t for the faint of heart though. He chortled devilishly, thinking of the humor it would bring him to see Soren on Wretched.

Hee! the driver commanded, as the Icerians maneuvered right. Alee!

The four gaped at the surroundings in the sumptuous city of Arctic National. A sign twinkled, pointing left to the acrogliding game.

We’re almost there. I’m so excited! Mia cheered.

Gaw! the driver shouted, commanding the sleigh to the left.

The arena came into view, endless lines of fans waiting to get in.

Halt! the driver said. The Icerians slowly stopped. Arrived at your destination. That’ll be fifteen digits. He turned around, holding out the mini impression register.

I got this, Asuka said casually, inserting her index finger, adorned by her pink impression veil decorated with yellow and blue gems.

The man turned bright red in embarrassment, as he recognized the princess and the others on his sleigh. Oh my. My deepest apologizes, Your Majesty. He bowed. I had no idea royalty graced my sleigh. I’m very embarrassed.

You should be. Damonico snarled, while raising an eyebrow.

Damonico, Mia whispered, shaking her head.

No worries! You were fine, Asuka said. Thanks very much for the fun ride.

Either the cold weather froze the expression of shock on the driver’s face, or he was having a very long mortifying experience that he surely would never forget.

The group exited the sleigh and sauntered towards the acroglide arena. The sounds of uplifting fans boomed. They wore apparel and flashy accessories to represent their favorite acroglider.

I can’t believe they’re waiting out here in this weather, Mia said, snuggling her hands into her jacket pockets—pretending they were cold. Due to her newly acquired Vitonix enhancements Mia remained nearly invulnerable to climate change.

Well, whenever they do a charity event, tickets are sold at the door instead of electronically—usually at a more affordable price, Asuka said. The first in line can get the best seats. It’s like a life-changing event for a more common being. Plus, these are four of the best acrogliders in the world! Fans are freeeakin’ out! She giggled.

Mia chortled at Asuka’s confident zest. For sure.

Glacians are much more tolerant to the cold than other living beings, Damonico said. Noctrens are the same.

Care to elaborate, Damonico? Soren asked.

I don’t have the scientific analysis for you, bud. Damonico patted him on the shoulder. Sorvian’s the one to ask if you want your mind to explode. He smirked. To sum it up, through natural selection, noctren and glacian skin is stronger and built up of different stuff to make our bodies more insolated.

Fascinating. I’ll certainly converse with Dr. Slater on this subject matter.

They reached the open entrance of the arena. Security recognized the prestigious group and escorted them past the crowds. The inside of the arena looked as the rest of Arcticon, made up of icy walls and crystal. The flooring replicated ice sheets with frosty designs. Two high-class restaurants stood on each side of the arena. The security led Asuka, Mia, Damonico, and Soren to the front desk, settled in front of the ice field entryway.

Good afternoon, Your Highnesses, the young lady said. Would you like to be seated in our VIP area?

No, no, Asuka said, not today. We actually were looking to volunteer … that is, if you needed some extra hands.

The girl’s eyes enlarged, her expression showing her inability to comprehend the words from Princess Asuka’s mouth. Uhm … volunteer?

I don’t think she stuttered, Damonico said. He crossed his arms, flexing his muscles.

Of course! I’m so sorry. She lowered her head. We’ve never had royalty volunteer at one of our events before. Especially one like this.

Asuka put on a fake smile, trying to cloak her rage caused from Damonico’s discourtesy. He was just kidding. Anything in mind that we could help with?

The young lady looked like she was trying to find her boss. Her face and chest flushed as a wave of heat overwhelmed her. Well … I guess so. Would you like to help sell products for LAS and the teams?

That sounds delightful, Mia said, her grin healing the girl’s discomfort.

I’m so jovi! You guys will attract so much more attention. I’ll escort you to your stand. She pressed her earring, disguised as her viro, and mumbled something to her higher-up. Right this way.

Thank you, miss, Soren said. Jovi? He murmured to Mia.

It’s Arcticon slang, meaning happy or excited. Mia smiled.

Araknovic, this girl has no idea what she’s doing, Damonico muttered.

Damonico, Soren said, his voice stern. It’s commendable that she holds such a position at her age. She’s evidently operating adequately.

Damonico snickered. Ease up on the lingo, Papa. She’s probably our age.

Soren let out a mild chuckle. Duly noted.

When they entered the inside of the acroglide arena, a cooling breeze tickled their cheeks, while the warm floor blanketed their feet. An oval ice field stood in the middle of the area, clear walls securing the sporting zone. Many levels of crystal seating curved around the field, uniquely sorted so every seat could get a perfect view of the game. The architectural design of the seating levels created a floating effect.

A double-sided, rotational Inclusivision rested over the ice field; it zoomed in on the four players warming up. Its double-sided and orbiting effects guaranteed sights from all viewpoints. A three-dimensional scoreboard hovered below the Inclusivision, displaying zeros for each side.

Soren, Mia, Damonico, and Asuka maneuvered around the field to an open section, which held two food stands and a section of mini gift shops.

You guys can run this stand. It’s a specialty stand just for this event, the girl explained. Would you perhaps be willing to take captures with fans during intermission as well? She beamed.

Asuka made sure to lock eyes with the other three in the group; no looks of disapproval. Sure!

Mag! We’ll direct you down where the ice is when it’s time. The players also want to meet you. We’re so jovi to have you! Her fanatic gestures showed she didn’t want to mess up one of the greatest opportunities of her life.

A group of security guards scattered around the four for their protection.

Damonico loved the feeling of importance; he smirked, knowing how everybody wanted to be around him, and the restlessness he inflicted upon the workers. He knew he could take advantage of their situation. Will we be getting some special treatment for our services? Refreshments or something?

Of course, of course! Let me take care of that for you. Everything for the stand should be self-explainable. If a customer wants something all you do is scan the item and their impression on the register.

Doesn’t seem too arduous to manage, Soren said, showing off a close-lipped smile.

You can count on us! Mia said.

I have no doubts. The girl awkwardly giggled and rushed towards one of the food stands.

Why are you such an ass? Asuka asked.

Who? Damonico said, his face crinkling. Me?

No, Mia, Asuka said, cynically.

Ha. Damonico inched closer to Asuka’s face to whisper, I think you know exactly how nice I’m being.

After working with Damonico for the last two months on Wretched Hollows, Asuka now knew his true character. His brutal ways were something she didn’t like to think about. She kept calm. Yeah, well, you aren’t doing such a great job.

Well, we really shouldn’t be … volunteering, Damonico said. We’re the upper, ruling class. Some of the most important beings in the galaxy. For us to be serving subordinates, he shook his head, I mean, it’s definitely not … acceptable.

You shouldn’t talk like that, Mia said softly. Just because we were born with titles or, in Soren’s case, earned a higher status, doesn’t mean we’re … superior to anyone.

Mia’s right, Asuka said. Money and status doesn’t mean a thing. There are many other important things in life, and judging one on their standing just isn’t right.

Oh, come on. Are you serious? Damonico said. He looked at Soren. Really?

I concur with the girls on this one, Mr. Damirror, Soren said.

I am so outta my realm, Damonico muttered.

Soren couldn’t comprehend why Damonico said certain things. He regularly came off as brash and beastly, but Soren could recognize the sincere man within. Understanding how to bring that side out was the part he hadn’t figured out yet. Soren placed his hand on Damonico’s shoulder and leaned into him. Speaking in a whisper, he said, Don’t you see the trepidation you’ve brought upon that innocent girl?

Damonico looked towards the girl, whom rushed to get them refreshments at one of the food counters. Uh … yeah. Why else would I have a smile on my face? I see her.

That doesn’t trouble you?

No. Damonico puffed out a chuckle.

Soren felt great concern towards Damonico’s cold-heartedness. Please, attempt to liaise with Asuka and Amelia. We’re trying to complete a good deed. It’s important to the girls and for our destinies, Damonico. You should take matters more seriously.

All right. He patted on Soren’s chest, parting from him. But she’s a nobody.

Everybody is a somebody. He looked at Damonico with firm eyes. You should make things right and assist her.

Damonico’s eyes widened, speechless.

It will aid our endeavors, Soren concluded.

Damonico cracked his neck and gripped his fists. You’ve gotta be kidding me. I’m so sick of this bullshit. Fine. He strutted over to the girl.

Asuka respected Soren’s attempt at knocking down Damonico’s wall, but she knew even a diamond wrecking-ball wouldn’t faze it. Giggles couldn’t stay inside watching his fatherly conduct, reminding Asuka of his true forty-six-year-old age. Soren’s so cute. He’s delegating. Someone’s gotta deal with that monster. Asuka turned towards Mia. What’re we gonna do with that one? She motioned towards Damonico. We need to get rid of him ASAP.

Mia tittered. I wouldn’t doubt he’s saying the same thing about us right now.

Well, three to one. I think we have a pretty damn good advantage.

Mia gently nudged Asuka. Hopefully he’ll warm up to us.

Damonico walked back to the mini gift shop with a tray of refreshments; he set it underneath the stand compartment. Well, that was interesting.

What happened? Mia asked.

Nothing. He looked at her with daggering eyes.

Mia flinched. Oh, okay.

Ignore him, Asuka murmured.

The four kept busy selling goods before the game started. It seemed the word got around fast that royalty was at the sporting event. Soon after, lines of adoring fans surrounded the stand. Beings bought items just to get an opportunity to meet them before the game started.

WELCOME, ALL, TO ANOTHER AMAZING GAME OF ACROGLIDING! a man’s voice said over the intercom. WE ARE PROUD TO PRESENT OUR LEGENDARY STAR ATHLETES. TURN YOUR ATTENTION TO THE LEFT FIELD AND GIVE A WARM WELCOME TO THE YELLOW TEAM’S ATHLETES, ISLONNA LEMI AND JEDRID HENRICH! AND NOW, LET’S GEAR OUR ATTENTION TO THE RIGHT FIELD—WELCOME THE PINK TEAM. LET’S HEAR IT FOR COUSINS, ALDRIO AND SEZAIR FAMERE!

The crowd roared, cheering the athlete’s names and projecting holographic signs of admiration from their virocators.

BEGINNING IN FIVE … FOUR … THREE … TWO … BEGIN!

Ooh! Asuka went on her tiptoes peeking up ahead towards the game below. I wish we could watch! These games are so intense and graceful.

I know. Acrogliding’s prime, Damonico said.

Why don’t the two of you go ahead and watch for a little while, Soren said.

You sure? Damonico asked.

Indeed. I think Amelia and I can manage.

Thanks, man.

Just for a little bit! Asuka said. Then, you guys can watch. She jumped up and down and dashed over to the ledge.

Damonico met with Asuka at the ledge, standing a good distance away from her. He looked down at the ice field. A line evenly separated both sides, while two score walls stood on each end. The score walls stood tall and rectangular. Three horizontal slots, the center slot being the smallest, were along the bottom of each wall; 50 hovered over the two larger slots on the ends and a 100 over the middle. On the top of the score walls was the score of the overall game.

The two players on each team performed on an acro-saucer. The acro-saucers glowed with fuchsia pink on the right side of the field and neon yellow on the left. The saucers magnetized to the ice and lightly rotated while the acrogliders put on somewhat of an acrobatic show. They preformed impossible moves, showing off flexibility, strength, and skill. All while making the show graceful, the players needed to avoid the durlite disc (a puck-looking object made of durlite, an Arcticon stone) from getting into their goal.

So, Asuka said.

Damonico looked over, raising one of his high arched eyebrows. What?

When are we planning on getting the vaccine for Arcticon?

We?

Our team.

It’s nauseating that you’re a part of my work life. He looked down, watching the glowing durlite disc of half yellow and half pink get punched from the yellow team’s Jedran Henrich’s acro-saucer into the pink team’s goal. It shot back out through the center of the ice field, now lustering yellow. Soon.

Does it bother you that Dedric and Radel are assigned to it?

No, Damonico snapped. I don’t care. He squeezed onto the railing, trying