The winds were harsh, kicking up heavy dust and mild debris. What few trees that still stood were barren, and were being swayed in the wind. Cars were covered in rust and dust, and the streets were disturbingly lifeless. The sun was dark, being heavily clouded by a sickening brown fog that seemed to close around the sky. Eyes carefully observed their surroundings, as seven new, unlikely life forms crept into an abandoned arena. But they wouldn't sit back and watch a free meal simply get up and walk away. They lunged from the shadows, taking into account that this was their world now. They attacked quickly, and with purpose, intent on blood. But as their cowardice prey retreated into the large structure, they were held back by a powerful, but invisible magical barrier. With rage they slammed at the wall that seemed to keep them at bay, but to no avail. Their targets disappeared into a parking lot, with a large ground floor that led into an even bigger Super Dome.
Inside, the Survivors found themselves walking onto the field of the now dilapidated football stadium. The once green field that had formerly been painted with symbols for home and away teams had faded, turning brown and ragged. The stadium was of course empty, and even the slightest noise could be heard throughout it, echoing all over. It was easy enough to get into the stands from the playing field, and vice versa, so the survivors had plenty of room to work. There were tables stacked neatly along the walls of the bottom level of the seating stands entry way, with steel chairs accompanying them. Two stacks of four milk crates were stacked neatly beside the large folding tables, and an assortment of boxes littered with "maps" of the Super Dome, t-shirts, t-shirt cannons, props, and other paraphernalia accompanied everything else.
Upon reaching center field, the survivors were greeted by a powerful explosion, knocking them onto their backsides as the force and shock from the suddenly appearing Golden Cross had just reoccurred. Zephiel had now made his presence known, appearing to the survivors in a translucent form. He was covered in what appeared to be decorative ceremonial robes, wielding an enormous staff which was embroidered with symbols and carvings of an alien language. His bald head was shrouded by the mist that made up his current shape, and his pointed ears appeared to dance as he turned his head to observe the seven survivors before him. His form towered over the Survivors, unintentionally intimidating. When he spoke, a droll but fatherly voice boomed over the stadium, with a powerful, vibrating echo.
"Greetings, Survivors. I am Zephiel, and I will assist you in what I assume you cannot possibly understand," he said as he waved a hand. A vision of earth appeared before the survivors, as they stood back up to get a better look at it. "This is your planet, Earth. It has been overrun by a race of powerful cur, named Ma-jin. These Majin are incredibly dangerous, and are the sole reason you are in the predicament you are at this time." The Earth began to spin, stopping on the Western Hemisphere. "You are currently in the United States of America, and have been relocated to the state of Louisiana. The largest city-state among this is New Orleans, which you currently reside. But before I go further, allow me to address when you are."
The Earth illusion remained still, as it zoomed into the outside of the Super Dome, and flashed occasionally between the small area that surrounded it. "You have been transported ten years into the future, in order to save the past--in order to save your world," he said pointing his staff at the Earth that the survivors were currently staring into. "The Majin race have completely devoured the human race, except for you. It was your dormant power--your Fayth--that has protected you and the reason you were chosen to end the tyranny of the Majin. But you must find their source. You must find when, where, and how the Majin arrived on Earth. Only in doing so can you return to the past, to prevent this future from ever occurring." With that, the Earth disappeared, and the survivors turned their heads back up to Zephiel. "The tool you carry with you--the Survival Application--has been recreated to fit your Earth devices, and made easy for you to use. And with it, comes a guide. And her name is Yuel."
At this moment, the Survival application opened on the red headed girl's phone, against her will. An illuminated fairy like creature appeared as a hologram from the girl's phone, her bright silver wings fluttering as she spoke. "Greetings, heroes!" Yuel chirped excitedly. "Yuel's here to battle! Well, not really, you have all the powers and stuff. But I'll be your guide through the Survival app, and I'll be here to answer whatever questions you may have when old man Zephy isn't around."
Zephiel shot the fairy a nasty look, before returning to his point. "As Yuel has stated, she will be your guide to combating the Majin, and making it to your target destination. Where that is, is currently unknown. However, Yuel is a very intelligent creature, and will prove to be useful in your journey. Do note, that if even one of you dies, you will all fail, and your mission will be over. You will be trapped in this period of time. Permanently, until your own deaths. Good luck, survivors. May your journey be fruitful." And with that same powerful explosion, Zephiel disappeared into nothingness.
Yuel, who still floated outside of Christina's phone, disappeared back inside of it, and replicated herself multiple times to appear out of each individual survivor's phones, as she began to bark orders.
"Listen up! We've got a lot of work to do! I don't know where to begin, and I hardly know where you are, but stuff is going to happen and its going to happen now! Oh, and, er, I should mention, that this location will only be protected for so long. Now that Zephiel is gone, his barrier of protection will begin to fade. There's no telling when, but its going to happen. I suggest gathering supplies as soon as possible, and reinforcing what little you have. And of course, if you need me, or you can't reach one of the other survivors, I'll be ready for action," she said cheering up.
But how does one suddenly go out and save the world with six strangers at their back? Who were these people and how could they be trusted? This was a rather dangerous mission, and it had been issued suddenly and without warning. And to top it off, no one could die. No one wanted to die. So what was their goal? To live? Or to just stay alive?