It was late at night and a boy was on his phone reading a webcomic he had been enjoying for the past three months of his life. At the moment he was waiting to be able to cross the street while he was reading a very important chapter to the story

The boy read as one of the main characters confessed to the female lead that he didn't love her. He was anticipating what the male lead was going to say next internally begging for the relationship he was a fan of to be confirmed. But that's when he realized that he had somehow been walking subconsciously and looked up. A truck was coming right towards him. And it hit.

Everything quickly faded to black for the boy. His body was covered in cold. Nothing filled his ears but the screams of silence. He felt nothing beneath or around him.

Until he suddenly felt some sort of dirt road under him. He heard birds chirping in the wind. His body was covered in warmth and life. The boy's eyes opened and he was welcomed to a vibrant countryside. He was underneath a large apple tree. He looked down at himself and saw that his clothes were different. A fantasy world-like outfit colored in shades of blue and indigo. The boy was confused on how his clothes changed like this where he was.

"Is this....Heaven?" He asked himself.

The boy heard something coming toward him at high speed. He looked over and saw a cart full of fruits coming toward him. He put his arms up to block the impact but something happened. His dirty blonde hair turned blue, began to glow, and lengthened. Suddenly a barrier of sorts surrounded him and the cart hit the barrier. The boy looked at what he had done and was in awe. He looked at the top of the barrier and saw a symbol of a swan made from stars. Soon voices came toward him and the boy turned. He saw a group of townsfolk who were running. He assumed for the cart. The townsfolk saw the cart, the boy, and the barrier. They looked at the barrier in horror. The boy's hair returned to normal and the barrier faded.

"Uh. Hi there," He said with a wave.

"It's a Child of Nyx! Run!" One of the female townsfolk said before running off.

"Wait! The King gives a reward to all those who bring a Child of Nyx to him. Preferably dead," One of the male townsfolk said.

"What?" The boy asked.

One of the townsfolk broke off one of the cart's handles and ran at the boy. The boy was too confused to move. But luckily another boy about a year older than him with black hair rushed in front of him. The older boy's hair turned purple with a starry glow and a shield of energy appeared with a symbol of an ox made of stars. The townsfolk were taken aback. 

"C'mon," The older boy said dragging the younger away.

"Wait. Who are you? What's going on?" The younger said.

"A major explanation will have to wait. But my name's Lute Tauran," The older boy said as the two ran.

"Okay. My name is......wait. What is my name? I swear I remembered it," The boy said.

"Yeah that's the thing about us. You died back on Earth right?" Lute said.

The boy nodded.

"Well now that you're here you have a whole new identity and that means forgetting your old name to take a new one. Now I think we're far enough away from those townsfolk," Lute said.

The two stopped running and were really out of breath.

"Now. About that explanation," The boy asked.

"So you died on Earth but for some reason you were brought back here. The world of Mistalos. A magical world where magic is illegal. And people like us who were brought back from the dead here from Earth are the only ones who can use magic. Here we aren't our exact selves from Earth. We're called the Children of Nyx. Nyx is the goddess of night and, here at least, the creator of the stars and constellations. We, the Children of Nyx, are beings who according to this world have fallen from the stars and represent different constellations of this world. I'm the Tauran. The Ox of Propagation," Lute said.

"Why is magic illegal?" The boy asked.

"We don't know. All we know is that it's so bad that they want us all dead over it. So we, the Children of Nyx, group together in order to fight for our freedom and just live without worries," Lute said.

"What constellation do I represent?" The boy asked.

"From what I saw earlier. Swana. The Swan of Destiny. Nyx's favorite child," Lute said.

The Swana was shocked.

"So. Before we leave to our headquarters. Do you wanna choose you're new name?" Lute said.

"I.......I already chose it actually," The Swana said.

"What is it?" Lute asked.

Trix Swana: The Swan of Destiny