The stars are proven to be huge, compact sources of energy trillions of light years away. This is one of modern science's countless discoveries. However, on the cold Earth, we can't help but believe that something special always awaits in the mysterious heavens. In a similar way, shooting stars are nothing but burning debris in the atmosphere. Even though they came many miles, they're fated just to burn up in the sky of a certain populated planet. Not like there are other populated plantets, of course.
Gray thought about things like that for as long as he could remember. He was a young man of fourteen, with a honey-colored tan and silky, unruly black hair that he usually hid under a hat of some sort. His namesake, his eyes, were no longer gray but a silvery color. They were bright. Gray wasn't too tall at five foot eight. Since he was a mage, he wasn't too built. He was a little toned, but his body was mostly lithe. Mages were a little rare, but still common knowledge to the people. The average mage wasn't considered stronger than a machine.
Currently, the male had on a black-and-gray striped knit cap and a dark warm coat. He was also clothed in snug jeans and high-tops. The day was cold, and the wind bit at his ears. He sat on a obsidian parkbench, right in front of a fountain. The fountain was a little strange because it had a naked girl stabbing a dragon. Water gushed out of the 'cuts'. It was rediculous; everyone knew dragons don't go into their true form unless they were aggrivated! The boy sighed, listing to his music. Just recently he had joined an agency. It had mages and tame beasts. Their mission? To stop the creatures that bring force chaos. Not the humans, unless they were assigned to stop a rogue mage. Gray swung his legs childishly. He had just been enrolled into their ranks a week ago. The boy was currently at a rendezvous point with his assigned partner, who was an experienced 'peacekeeper' as they called themselves. Apparently he was a cerberus.