"Sweet these people. They think they can do just about anything." The girl's voice echoed despisingly through the hall as she looked into the mist which showed the people of Earth. "They think they are the creation of God. And what is even more funny: they think there is a God," she laughed coldly and played with one of her blond curls, bored by all that. "Why don't we just destroy this planet? It bores me to have to watch this enthusiasm and this dreadful good mood," she continued. "Because these people make good servants. Just look at their diligence. And their potential to serve," the man replied, pointing to the image they had. As he leaned out of the shadow, you were able to see the scar that was running deep over his face. His short, grey hair was clearly visible from his dark, brown eyes, which only showed how pale he was. Deep wrinkles were drawn across his face as he thought for a moment. Seen from the outside, the man looked very old and frail, which was also evident in his posture. But only a fool would have believed the picture that offered itself to him. It would be better not to underestimate this man, for otherwise that could have been the last thing you would ever do. "Maybe. But of all the billions of races in the universe... Why them?" the girl asked curiously.

She formed the complete opposite to the man. Young, pretty, immaculate. Like an angel she moved around light-footed and her blue eyes radiated power and curiosity. But they also showed coldness and hate. She had strapped a sword over her back. So, she too was extremely deadly. Her clothes were made of red leather and adapted perfectly to her beautiful body. She had tied her blond curls to a tight braid. The man held a shiny staff in his hand. Silver ornaments covered the bronze-coloured staff, which elegantly merged into a kind of lace at the front, which divided and seemed to look dangerously sharp. They looked like attached blades. Only much more deadly. They flashed with every movement of the staff, as if to confirm this. The man stood up by shifting his weight to the staff. He himself wore clothes that did not seem unlike an armour. Completely in a dark brown with some ornaments, matching the weapon in his hand. Despite his age, his body was very muscular and impressive. You could guess that he had been very popular with the girls in his youth. He walked towards the fog. "Because they have something that other races would not dare to do to us: Resistance, defiance and courage. That makes them the perfect warriors. If only their compassion were not there... That is the part that makes them weak. Helpless. But you can surely drive that out of them when they are under our control," said the man and a mischievous smile adorned his face. "And how do you intend to do that? As far as we know, they have warriors to protect them," said the girl, openly showing how little she liked it. "That is why you will go to earth, pretend to be one of them. The man opened his - in his eyes - ingenious plan.

"What?" she drove at him, "Do I look like I'm one of those puny people, Xandar?" she shouted and became louder with every word. As he had just been mentioned, he noticed that he had probably expressed himself incorrectly. " Of course not, my dear Vayala. I know about your ability, but I also know that you can disguise yourself the best of my warriors. So you are my first and best choice. I don't have to worry about you if you get into danger there, because I know how strong and clever you are," he reassured her. Immediately she calmed down. She rarely received compliments from him. The girl seemed to be thinking. "All right," she said happily. "Good girl. But remember. They must not know what we are planning, so be careful when you contact me. Better they don't even know that you are coming from Kandros," he said. She nodded. "Don't worry. I can do this", she said with awakened zeal. He nodded to her with a smile, "I have no doubt about that. But don't forget: You must act like a human being. So no magic. And above all: be nice," he said warningly. That part seemed to displease her completely. She despised the people. How could you want to be nice to them? Nevertheless she nodded, as a sign that she had understood. "As you wish," the girl added and left to prepare herself. The man looked into the fog again.

The picture there changed all the time. First a few playing children, a few workers from various professions, pupils... He saw something different every few seconds. And always the most different people, from most different countries with the most different appearance. He was still smiling. About something that obviously only he was able to see. Maybe it was also his plan that amused him so much. Grinning, he went back to his place, a throne, sat down and looked again at the present pictures in the fog. "Your fall will come, humans. There is nothing that could save you. My Vayala is perfectly trained," he said, bursting into mischievous laughter before dissolving the fog with a gesture of his hand. His warrioress came back. She waited quietly at the entrance to the throne room until he had calmed down. She had already felt what else she might expect. "I'm ready," she said and came closer to have him examine it. He examined her briefly. "Like a human being," he said grinning. Her clothes now consisted of a comfortable red sweater and dark jeans. Her sword was well hidden on her. On her necklace it now hung in a tiny version of its usual size. "Very good. Then it's time to go," she said smiling and he opened a portal. A forest was behind it. "See you soon, my dear," he said and bowed his head slightly. "On that I will be successful," she said and then stepped through the portal that closed behind her.