Baby Steps

[Miranda Frost]

The sands of Hueco Mundo flew around the eighth espada as the garganta leading to the world of the living opened before him. Beyond the portal only darkness was shown, but Seraph knew where to go. All hollows knew where to go. The world in which humans live was simply a giant buffet, but this Espada was above such insignificant action. He knew he would never be satisfied by the souls in that world, so why bother? Instead he left to perform reconnisance in the pacific islands. Appearently a member of Quinto Espada's Fracciones had abandoned his service and hid out on an obscure island of unknown location. He reached down and scooped up a handful of the woeful sand and stood there, letting the wind steal it all away, scattering it to the wind. He stepped into the blackness and shut the portal behind him.

This realm was different from what he remembered. He could know longer move and the darkness seemed even darker than usual. In fact, Seraph could not move at all. A white figure appeared and spoke to him, about how he couldn't move and that he was actually being transported to another world. Seraph stopped listening after the "you will be reborn blah blah" His curious mind was not satisfied with his own world any more! With the knowlege of a thousand realms, he could be unstoppable. He waited until the ground could be felt beneath his feet and the darkness gave way to light. No, not light, but whitness. He stood before a simple fountain, but he could not sense anything from it. He couldn't sense his own self. He felt blind in a way. He drew his blade and observed it through the eye holes of his mask, but its color was not definite. It faded from a black to a white color and back again, continuing to shift color like a slow pulse. Peculiar. This could only mean that day and night did not exist here. It was... constant. He looked around him seeing only whiteness and began walking in a direction.

It wasn't long before he came across a small group of three: a small child, a hollow/arrancar-appearing creature, and an injured shinigami. He walked toward the group with a smile beneath his wooden mask. "Hello there! What manner of creatures might you be.... except for that shinigami there I already know what he is." He looked over him a little closer and chuckled. He lacked a patch and a Haori, meaning he was simply just a regular seated or even unseated member. Buuut as he could not gauge his spiritual pressure, he couldn't be sure he was niether of these ranks.