The nameless entity, too primitive to want one, was weakly trying to pull free from the distortion running through it. The endless pain and hunger made it go crazy, it just couldn't stand it anymore. As far as its energy pseudopodia could reach, its world's thread was devoid of anything that could have fed it, it had already consumed every bit of it. It had even killed a couple young vegetative entities passively floating on the energy current to absorb their essence, which would have been unthinkable a short time ago.
The weak energy flux that naturally flowed to the impoverished area of the thread could have been enough, but only if it regressed to its primitive, mindless youth, without any hope to ever accumulate enough energy to grow out of it again, which its instinct strictly forbid.
Sometimes it felt energies similar to the one hurting it, threatening. Without being sure of why, it knew it had to destroy them, for it was impossible to flee as it would have normally done. Maybe they wanted to feed of it, an horrifying idea!
It had once sent as many energy bolts as it could produce at once, it seemed like a good idea, but if one or many reached the target, the damage was negligible. It still thought only one would easily be dodged, so it was only two or three at the time, but very powerful ones, and taking the necessary time to feed between each blow, as insufficient it was indispensable. It had even managed to divert its energy waves away from the strange energies inhabiting this space out of the threat where they moved, but it was still weakening, and soon might not be able to reach them anymore.
They occasionally sucked large quantities of energy from the thread, like the one who made it prisoner, but it was surprised to see, after a quiet time, to see a powerful energy whirlwind heading toward its world, clumsily zigzagging. They really wanted its death! Terrified, it tortured itselfto pll from the distortion, in vain. The tube of energy blindly searched the thread, slowly but surely closing in, found it, and while it pushed it back with all the strength it could, attached itself to it.
The pain from the distortion finally subsiding went unnoticed as so many unthinkable things were happening. The very thread dissolved around it, to close behind and trap it in the external nothingness, where it couldn't feed, then it had to follow the conduct to the far away world it came from, then worst than the fear, hunger and pain, a feeling it had never known and couldn't define.
It thought one moment to be blind, to have lost its only sense, then adapted and was able to perceive weak energies more or less far away, without being any reinsured. It only felt a couple directions at one time, so when it looked in different directions things seemed to appear or disappear without seeming to go anywhere. Despite that, it was free to move, and the first thing to do was to eat. It headed toward one of the weak entities, for they seemed to be the only edible thing in this world, to be stopped by an unknown force.
Pressing against the impossible barrier, it didn't see, coming from behind, a subjective direction with no meaning to it, the being who had called it to this world, and it might not have been able to escape it, if this barrier wasn't the only one. An unbelievable pain ran through its body without warning, then it retrieved its perceptions, weirder than ever.
The entity had many senses now, but not the one of feeling energy. It was aware of having a body, limbs, even of being male. An unknown force attracted it in a direction it identified as down. What had blocked it was a white and hard surface, cold and smooth, a thing that reminded it of nothing it had ever seen: matter! Instead of feeling, it saw, yet it seemed as real, and many colours instead of intensity and distance.
It felt thousands of things at once, the position of its strange body, the floor pressing all its limbs and their unconscious effort against its mass and gravity altogether, smells without meaning for the moment, shapes and colours, a whole dimension with nothing to compare with, yet so many signals weren't frightening.
The being it had become would have been amazed of this ability to receive so much information, if it wasn't for two things: first it was hungry and couldn't feel the energy it needed, second the same phenomenon that had a moment earlier given its mind what it wouldn't have learned before a century or two of growth was now imposing it strange thoughts, stronger and clearer than its, thought of hate it couldn't understand, violent and dominating, and to avoid being destroyed it surrendered, let it control its body it barely knew itself.

An intuition had probably guided her, should one ask her how she did it she would be really embarrassed. Sailor Jupiter admitted having left most of the work to her guardian planet, not only to pull extra energy from it but also to find this universe where in the end all her problems came from. This entity who had killed her, didn't it owe her one? A life was well worth a few services…
She had forced it to enter the normal world, it hat taken a large quantity of energy but it was worth it. Slowly, as if it was difficult, a formidable white dragon had appeared before her, its gracefully powerful body hardly fitting inside the living room. Its back and head bore a crest of pointy scales, of the same nacre white as the rest of the body, the yellow, slit eyes naturally looked aggressive, the robust limbs ended on four strong opposed claws, one couldn't have imagined better mount.
Only inconvenient, it seemed more interested in beating its head into the wall than obeying her. She jumped on it, with difficulty, got a grab at its neck and, in one violent blow, inserted the handle of her transformation stick in its thick skull, the magical matter easily piercing it. It took her only a few seconds to master its rebellious but feeble mind and control the powerful creature.
She vaguely felt its body, its aptitudes that could easily pass for pure magic, she didn't to concentrate all her mind to control it, its movements automatically obeyed her will. And, a thing she couldn't neglect if she wanted to keep this weapon, it was starving. Well, she knew several places to find some vagabond at this time of the night. She sat on the beast's back, got a strong hold and, with a mental push, flew through the open window, tearing the bug screen.

Chapter 12