The night stood still; nothing moved, and nothing said a single word. There was only a vast darkness covering the misty jungle of Glist. It acts as a blanket to the tall trees and its inhabitants. The climate was cool; very cool indeed. Yet, all the animals did not seem to mind; they were all sound asleep.

A few hours passed with this silence and darkness, until an old man with a huge green hood barged through the branches. There were many sounds of twigs snapping and leaves rustling, but nothing changed. It was just the man in the green hood. He kept walking until he reached a gorgeous waterfall that blocked an entrance to a secret cave.

Many said that the cave brought terrible luck to those who dared to go inside. Many said that venomous bats would lunge straight towards you and pierce your throat with terrifying yellow fangs. Many said that there was an ancient spirit who haunted the minds of one until they would suddenly drop dead on the ground.

The old man knew, however, that those things did not apply to him. He has visited the cave a countless number of times before. On the contrary, it was the bats who feared the old man, and it was he who controlled the ancient spirits of the cave. In his left hand, he held a wooden rod that shined under the stars hanging from above. He delicately pointed his rod towards the peak of the rapidly rushing waterfall. In an instant, the rod rattled while lighting up. The wooden rod became luminous by the second, as the rod rattled more. A streak of bold white shot out of the rod and penetrated the waterfall and against the boulder that lay in front of the cave. In a couple of seconds, a loud crackling noise rang throughout the entire jungle of Glist. The waterfall gave a startling roar as an opening formed for the old man.

He quickly lowered his rod and raced through the opening and made his way through the pieces of the boulder.

When he got to the main room of the cave, a galore of luminous gems greeted him as they kept on showing off their pulchritudinous colors. The man took off his green hood and revealed a pale face with a puffy gray beard, hazel eyes, and a hard gaze at the gems. Fierce yellow eyes that snapped open at the sight of the old man hissed softly.

The old man was not startled, not one bit; he raised his rod and shook it towards the bats to silence them. He took two steps forward. Then....

POW!

The glass shielding the gems broke into a million shards. A gleam of yellow sprouted upwards; a startling roar came out of it. The gleam then started to blink bright yellow and then dulled itself. It remained like this for several seconds until the old man groaned in frustration and exhaustion.

"What is it that you want?" The old man started off. "I do not have time for your foolishness. You called me here tonight to give me valuable information for the coming of our future. But I cannot understand a thing you are trying to say!"

The gleam of yellow only kept turning bright and dull, only at a faster pace. The man's rod shook rapidly in his hands. The man's patience withered quickly.

"Well? Are you going to show me anything? Or did you just want to waste my time?" The old man snapped.

In no more than five seconds, the gleam of yellow calmed down and swirled carefully around the galore of gems. It stopped at a gorgeous lilac colored gem. It had thin swirls carved inside of it; the gem glowed it's beautiful color and kept glowing until the old man came one inch apart from it.

Simultaneously, a zircon also started to show off it's bright blue patterned color. Then another zircon, but it was the color of dark orange and red. A white quartz followed, including a yellow diamond and a light colored crystal. The old man once again gave a groan of exasperation. He opened his mouth to say something but was quickly silenced by the sound of the yellow gleam. The yellow gleam started to form a picture around the six gems. The gleam gradually took the form of a symbol the old man seemed to recognize.

"The Miniscular Revolution crest! But, what about it?"

The Miniscular Revolution was a legendary team of superheroes who worked hard to fight for a place in their environment despite their small size and abolished the injustice. This team originated in one of the populous planets in the entire universe: Earth. They also fought long and hard with the enemies of the time. They were called "The Beasts of Glyn," which were armies of vicious, toxic men who could transform to terrifying animals. They were known for their plentiful counts of murder and the conquering over many worlds and empires. One day, they decided to head for planet Earth and planned to conquer the seas, oceans, continents and everything that hid amongst them. However, their mission AND reign in life ended when six short but quick and strong heroes interfered with their arrival and blew their chariot into bits. One of the heroes managed to get close enough to take away the small gemstones that stuck to their gear. Those small gemstones gave them the power to destroy and do all sorts of mischief.

When those gemstones got taken away by the hero, the men lost control of their abilities and therefore did not survive when they got blasted overseas. The gemstones were then hidden in the secret lair of the fellow 'Revolutionaries.' After they locked it up in a safe, they were to never be touched or used again.

After the battle known as the Battle of Beasts vs Revolutionaries, these young heroes took on the role of guarding, not only Earth, but every other world or galaxy out there from any evil coming from the Kingdom of Glyn or the Malignant Empire from Dynatopia. Apart from their heroic responsibilities, they served in political branches, which gave them power over the laws, money, justice, crimes, and much more related to equality and politics.

Most importantly, they proved that anyone, miniscule sized or giant, could make a change in anything, anywhere, just as long as they have the courage and fierceness of a lion and a heart as pure and clean as a dove.

Unfortunately, one one moonlit night, the group of young Revolutionaries perished under the cruel hands of the Malignant Empire. They were in their secret lair, mapping out where the army of the Malignant Massacrers may be in order to restore a precious stone that belonged to a queen. There was a sudden knocking on the stone ceiling. The Revolutionaries tried to use their powers to keep the ceiling from crashing onto them, but some of the troops broke in from the sides and violently ended the reign of all six of the miniscular heroes. That same troop from the Malignant Empire blasted the safe apart and stole the gemstones that were once from the Beasts of Glyn.

Right when they thought they won the battle, another man, an apprentice to one of the former heroes, spotted them with the gemstones the team tried to keep for several years. He used all the skill and power he had gained from his training and made a move to conquer the evil men. The battle was bloody and intense, especially since it was just him against all six. The man thought he would perish at one point, just like the Miniscular Revolution, until he found a rod hidden in a nearby cave. The rod had power he never knew of until he combated the Malignent Massacrerers. The rod allowed him to conjure up sufficient power to defeat the troops and restore the gemstones to what was formerly the secret lair of the beloved Revolutionaries.

When the apprentice put the gemstones under a piece of stone that fell during the final battle of the Revolutionaries, he heard a noise from what used to be the safe. The man followed the sound until he met up with a wooden trapdoor. In less than two seconds, he fell through the opening and landed in an underground room, seeing nothing but darkness. When he lit a torch, he saw a great galore filled with many types of orbs and gems. There were six huge orbs at the top of the galore, and the rest of the items seemed to be adorning it. The voice called him again; he ran to the voice and questioned it. In a couple of minutes, he would soon discover that the voice was the spirit of the leader of the Miniscular Revolution, Estrella. Estrella's spirit swirled around him, blinding him with bright pink light that gleamed from the hero. She told him how happy she was that he protected the planet and the entire universe from the hands of the beasts and massacrers. Her reward to him was his ownership of what was the lair of the 6 young heroes. She quickly transformed the lair into what it once was; beautiful and organized, something that represented their legacy. To this day, they have given him infinite protection, and the lair of the Miniscular Revolution is alive and well.

And that, is where he is right at this moment.

Trying to talk to one of the most stubborn spirits that dwell in this cave.

This spirit, however, wasn't part of the Revolution. He was a friend of one of the members who was a part of the Revolution.

This spirit was now in the shape of the original, legendary Miniscular Revolution, representing the elements of the six heroes. However, there was a circle in the center, a circle that seemed to have room for at least one more element, one more power.

But why?

There were always six heroes, six heroes who gave their lives for all the planets of the galaxy and universe. Yet, the intense glowing of the brassy golden ball that laid in the center of the sparkling yellow crest seemed to cry out a message to the old man. It seemed to indicate something important, something urgent, but he could not understand what, which made his patience go down the drain at almost an instant. He hissed in anger and tightened his grip on his rod as if he were about to shoot light at the crest and take it apart until it was found in itty bitty pieces.

"You difficult, preposterous spirit, why can't you ever be easy on me, or at least give me signs that wouldn't leave me boiling until the actual trouble comes! For the sake of the Legendary Miniscular Revolution, give me something I can understand, something useful! Or I'll condemn you back into that glass galore where you'll be trapped forever!" He screamed viciously at the yellow crest that floated before him.

A wave of guilt immediately greeted him. He felt as if a hurricane hit him so hard that everything inside of him got sucked out and left him hollow. That anger was replaced with fear. Were the ancient Miniscular Revolution angry at him? Would they punish him for speaking in such a way to the stubborn yellow spirit?

The yellow ball stopped gleaming all of a sudden and faded to the original color. It started to gradually clarify into a translucent figure. He squinted his eyes and stepped a bit closer. The image divulging itself looked like a golden shield, and on that shield showed a tiny knight, and next to it was an arrow. The tiny images on the shield began to show more clearly, and he could see that there was another knight, but much larger, and much more powerful looking. He tilted his head in confusion. It did not look like any element he had ever seen, but it sure represented something. He took a second to blink.

He opened his eyes.

At that moment, he saw that the circle in the middle had thin, brassy good lines that connected to all the different parts of the crest, the elements that represented the six members of the Miniscular Revolution. He gasped in sudden realization.

"Are you saying that there is ANOTHER power, an even greater one than the elements originally on the crest? That those elements are only a part of something bigger? Something the ancient Revolution did not have?" He asked in excitement.

The yellow spirit broke apart the image of the crest and quickly formed back into it's normal shape. It swirled around the old man exuberantly, indicating he was right.

"So the heroes from before, they needed another member? Another member to hold them together, to lead them? But then what about Stella?"

The spirit once again swirled around him, but this time, the spirit made itself into another crest. But the Crest had different elements; same colors, but different elements. Yet the one in the middle stayed the same. As the crest took form, a sweet but strong female voice emerged from the lair.

"Yes, dear apprentice. We were missing a hero-another revolutionary-or we would have won that dreadful battle. We did not have the sufficient amount of powers to defeat our adversaries. When we realized, it was already too late. That's the real reason we lost. I may have been the leader of our Revolution, but it looked like the stars above didn't have me destined for such a position."

There was a pause, a silence that disturbed him.

"Stella..." he started, but was soon cut off by the bright pink spirit.

"The planet is in trouble again, Jinkyll. There is a tribe in the planet of Dynatopia, who roams in a forest planning to take over that planet and many more in search for elements to increase their powers and strengthen their malicious tribe. Our spirit may have departed from our bodies a long time ago, but that does not mean there will be no protector. Or protectors, I should say," Stella began. The sound of a soft breath could be heard, echoing inside the cave.

Jinkyll suddenly connected the crest, the shield, the constant gleaming of the yellow spirit-that urgency- with her words. He lifted his head, his hazel eyes reflecting his utter shock, hope, and a fraction of fear.

"You mean, a new Miniscular Revolution? One that I will be training?" He asked, his heart racing fast with suspense and anxiety.

Silence.

Utter silence.

A leaf fell from a nearby tree and into the rushing waters of the monstrous waterfall. A low voice suddenly spoke.

"Yes, Jinkyll. It's time for a new Minuscular Revolution to rise."

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Hey, guys! I hope you guys didn't mind the length of the prologue too much. Sorry if it really was too long or hard to understand, prologue are kind of hard for me for some reason, lol. But this is the start of a book I am actually looking foward in completing. I had this idea for quite a bit of time and I wanted to know how good it would sound on wattpad. Please give me feedback/suggestions through the P.Ms or comments, I absolutely love hearing improvements and new ideas from my fellow followers and friends!