Marcarita - Breaking time

Marcarita, the angelic attendant of Universe 11, stood gracefully on the shores of a serene, alien world. The soft hum of distant stars filled the air, and the planet’s twin moons cast a luminous glow on her pale blue skin. The river behind her shimmered like liquid sapphire, reflecting the cosmic expanse above. It was a rare moment of solitude, away from the trials and responsibilities of guiding her universe's God of Destruction, Belmod.

Clad in her custom battle attire—adapted to a rare moment of relaxation—Marcarita's golden staff shimmered faintly as it absorbed the ambient energy of the world. This planet was not on any celestial maps, a hidden jewel she had discovered during her travels. Its tranquil environment and abundant energy made it the perfect place to recharge her spirit and contemplate the vast responsibilities placed upon her shoulders.

As she stood there, her violet eyes scanned the endless expanse of stars. Her serene expression betrayed a mind that was constantly analyzing, calculating, and reflecting. The role of an angel was more than just servitude—it was a delicate balance between neutrality and guardianship. Watching over Belmod and the Pride Troopers, particularly Jiren, required constant vigilance, yet she often found herself pondering the morality of their actions.

“Even the strongest need moments of stillness,” she murmured to herself, her voice as soothing as a melody. She let her fingers trail along the surface of her staff, feeling the faint vibrations of universal energy coursing through it. The staff, a symbol of her authority, was both her guide and her anchor. Yet here, on this forgotten world, she allowed herself the rare luxury of detachment.

Her moment of peace was interrupted by a faint disturbance in the river. Turning gracefully, she raised her staff, ready to defend herself should the need arise. From the water emerged a shimmering creature, its translucent form glowing softly in the moonlight. It resembled a fusion of light and water, its presence neither threatening nor docile.

“You must be the guardian of this place,” Marcarita said with a gentle smile, lowering her staff. The creature responded with a melodic hum, its form shifting as though to mirror her calm demeanor. Intrigued, Marcarita knelt beside the river, her eyes meeting the creature’s. “You are a reminder that even in the vast chaos of the cosmos, harmony can exist.”

The creature seemed to respond, its light intensifying briefly before retreating into the depths of the river. Marcarita stood, her thoughts turning inward once more. The encounter reminded her of the delicate balance she upheld—not just within her universe but within herself.

As she prepared to leave, she turned back to the river, her staff glowing brighter for a moment. “Thank you for sharing your peace with me,” she whispered. With a final glance at the twin moons, she vanished in a swirl of light, leaving the tranquil world as untouched and pristine as she had found it.

For Marcarita, such moments were fleeting but invaluable. They were a reminder that even the angels, timeless and powerful, could find solace in the quiet beauty of the universe they watched over.