Cocoona Larvana

{History}From the moment they're born, a Mothera has no desire greater desire than to shed their shells and fly. Their first memories are forged mid-air; per Mothera tradition, the parents crack their eggs at the edge of Doptera's atmosphere, drifting to the ground with a newborn in tow. They are born as fallen angels, grasping at the heavens that were so quickly taken from them, wanting nothing else than to feel the dance of starlight again. And when they do find it—when their magical abilities have bore fruit, and their flight is better than ever—

Some feel little. Others felt nothing. Cocoona felt empty.

Can you imagine what that was like? Eighteen years of existence culminating in a disappointment. Most Mothera had developed their abilities at fourteen, the talented twelve, and they all seemed so...different! It was like the voyage had reforged them, igniting a spark that they would carry for the rest of their lives! So what did it make him when the only way he felt at the end was lesser?

When he came back to the ground, everyone around him was ecstatic. The little moth had finally spread its wings, ready to join their friends and family in the world beyond the clouds. Perhaps that was why they showed such little suspicion when Cocoona almost immediately sought out a spaceship, scheduling an interstellar vacation despite never showing even a smidge of interest. Hell, Cocoona's friends were even happy to see them go!

The Mothera took a good, hard look at their planet as the ship barreled through the cosmos. They never imagined that the higher they flew, the worst they'd feel.

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Cocoona's younger self wouldn't believe even a quarter of the things they'd done since then!

Helping Tuffles flee their planet as the Saiyan war drew out into a ceasefire! Smuggling blasters and destron gas to Acrosian politics as a space pirate! Learning how to detect and use ki, a force practically as great as magic itself! Mixing ki and magic to unlock new transformations! Travelling across the stars! Cocoona lived the life that he was always dreaming of, soaring to places that his family couldn't even imagine! At times, the star-laden skies of Doptera seemed so grounded, little more thhan bad memories from a worse person...

But it never lasted long.

One way or another, he'd remember. An unfortunate glance at familiar ships. Encounters with similar magic-users. Familiar creatures on inhabitable planets. No matter how far he traveled, no matter how hard he tried, his old life was only a few steps away, ready to re-emerge at a moment's notice. And when Cocoona dived into the furthest reaches of space, literally hurling through cold, icy nothingness to escape anything that could be nostalgic—those were the ones that reminded him the most.

After all, all that would achieve is to leave him alone in the stars...

It wasn't a fun experience to fail so badly, but the Cocoona of ages past could not be more different than their present self. Throughout his eleven years of adventuring, he'd become stronger, smarter, and wiser. He'd stared death in the face and come out the end; he'd worked alongside the best and worst of the universe; he managed to find a few friends. Instead of holding him back, this realization only pushed him forward.

They was devastated in his attempt to join the stars, and found no pleasure in running from them. For twenty-nine years, Cocoona had no purpose beyond trying to find one within the sky...but perhaps he had mistaken a guide for an end.

Was it the stars that he'd always looked towards? Or the faces of his friends once they would see him fly?