I Wont be the one to die

Noctis was in the forest, he could feel his sphere iritating his skin on his back. "Urg.." he let the sphere activate itself for a moment just so the pain would stop. His skin turned a darker shade and his hair grew longer with a grayish purple tint to it. His wing's grew out and he let his shirt fall to his waist. He looked like an abomination compared to normal people. "Damn this thing" he muttered.

Trowa was walking through the forest. An intriging expression on his face as he could only think about the sphere weilders. That's right, Trowa was thinking of ways to harnest the abilities of the sphere and the sphere weilders. Maybe there was a secret to how it works or a secret about the spheres that no one knows. Trowa roamed the forest looking for ideas as he held his White sphere in his hand and stared into it like a crystal ball. He heard the voice of a stranger and quickly he investigated.