In an empty room, a lone old man stood before a pod.
The pod held a youth with black hair and white skin.
The youth was sleeping as if he would never wake.
The old man sighed.
"Damn. I guess that cold-hearted brat's suspicions were true. The brat is a spitting image of that crazy kid".
The old man felt a smile graze his face as old memories began to surface.
The old man shook his head slightly.
"A pity it has to end this way. A sick joke by the dead gods".
The old man reached for his cane.
With an imperceptible click the cane split revealing a masterly crafted blade underneath.
"Although I don't know where you came from I know where you will end up"
Chuckling to himself, the man's blade flashed towards the pod that held the young youth.
The blade beautifully yet murderously slices through the air at incredible speeds.
It cut into the pod seamlessly flowing through the water within it, reaching toward the young man's neck.
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The blade easily passed through the young man's neck, decapitating him on the spot.
A seemingly endless amount of blood sprayed from the youth's decapitated neck.
As the youths' heads floated in the pod the old man sighed.
"My work here is done".
The old man who vanished as if he were never there.
Alarms had begun to rush out.
It called for an immediate emergency.
The youth within the pod had died.
Yet as if in apposition to that very notion, white flames exploded from the young man's neck.
It slowly began to turn and twist, and then it began to transform.
On the once decapitated body now held a head.
And yet the white flames didn't stop there.
They lunged slowly devouring the blood and the former severed head.
And near moments, all the evidence of a body that was decapitated had been burned away.
The white flames ceased to exist a moment later.
And then suddenly the door to the room opened up.
A woman in a white lab coat stared in confusion at the damaged pod before looking at the young youth.
She turned towards the hallway and screamed.
"I think he is awake. Send the medics".
She rushed into the room.
Looking at the damaged pod in confusion, she quickly moved towards the console before inputting a sequence of numbers and letters.
Then the pod's door suddenly burst open, allow, allowing the remaining fluids, and the youth's body to fall forward.
The woman quickly caught the youth.
She made sure to pull them away from the broken door and lay him on the floor.
Moving two fingers towards his neck and another two towards his wrist, she quickly checked his pulse.
As the sequence of events went by more people had begun to enter the room.
They were the medics the woman had called for.
"His pulse is stable. I think he was trying to break out of the pod, but he somehow must've passed out halfway through".
She gave her explanation to one of the medics.
Although this might've been confusing to any people who are untrained, this was rather common in Awakened society.
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Give me stones.