It was daytime in the ancestral city of Alkahai.
His feet moved at an excited pace, his arms holding onto the package as if it was a small child. The thief, dressed in white robes and a hood, ran through the sea of people his mind encased in fear; with a dash of adrenaline to boost his quick pace. "Huh, I think this is far enough." He sighed. "I believe I lost them." But just as he stopped running, a hand reached out of the ground and grabbed him.
He screamed, and fell to the ground. The hand rose up and quickly became a man, tall and proud, that towered over the trembling thief. The man wore traditional robes, eggshell colored with a white tunic underneath them. His hair was long and brown, and his eyes were black and as fierce as any sharpened blade. His hand went up to his stubbed chin, stroking it while examining his prey. The thief dared not to move, for he knew who this was. The man who stood before him was none other than Hyperion Kyber. He was k