Draco lay resting in the empty sands of Hueco Mundo as he looked up at the crecent moon floating unmoving overhead. The land around him was still and calm around him as nothing more tan small hollow lizards wandered about the landscape. Eventually Draco's eyes wandered back to the new massive structure in the distance that looked unlike anything else he had ever seen in Hueco Mundo.
Draco wondered breifly who would build such a structure and why and he remembered what his father had told him about the place. Some damned Soul Reaper had built it and was now using it to create more Arrancar and Espdas to further his own power. His father would then go on some wild rant about how back in his day he didn't get a Soul Reaper helping him transform or housing him, he had to do it for himself. Then his mother would complain saying that she had inspired her to become an Arrancar and that she put up with his crap.
After that Draco had just tuned them out as they got back to their daily round of fighting with each other, why they stayed together Draco would never know. Still it did add some life to the dreariness of Hueco Mundo.
Draco sat up as he sensed some unusual Spirt Pressures approaching and tried to ideantify them but fail. Two were completely foriegn to him while one resembled his own, but that was impossible. Draco knew for a fact he was the only love child ever to be concieved much less born between a hollow and a Soul Reaper. Yet the Spirt Pressures remained in fact they seemed to be drawing closer to him.
Draco peaked up over the dune he was resting on and saw...
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