Past Revealed.... The First Horseman

[Retane]

Retane blinked. He knew he had died. The street fighter had killed him. But why was he back here? Was this a joke? Did some higher power have some sick sense of humor and choose to recreate his coming to this land? "What is this?"

The Mark and Sigil on his arm slowly began to glow almost instantaneously. The Namek almost wanted to call the Lythian off. He really wasn't in the mood for dealing with him but this was different. This wasn't the Shadow Mist being activated. No this mist was more of a platinum light, a silver hue even

It formed into a ball and Retane had to wonder if he was suppose to concentrate and form the being that it would soon take the shape of, as he had done with Arith. But, before he could though, a bright flash burst from the orb, blinding the Namek momentarily.

When his vision returned. he found himself staring at a an elf. The skin was fair almost pale, but nearly silverish, matching his long hair.

"He killed you. You let him kill you. Why?" The new being spoke, obviously interested at the Namekian dying.

"Who are you?" The Namek was angry, yet still so lost.

"I can answer that, but only after you think about speaking on what I just asked you.

The green warrior paused, still confused. He had no clue what was going on. But he thought back for a moment.

Retane had called the street figher out and it seemed he had done his job. But why was he being forced to think about it? Was this death? Gouki was no longer about and Retane was sure he had accepted death, so he must be dead.

The warrior tried to think, but his mind had a million questions and very little answers. "I do not know why I allowed myself to lose. I dont know. I don't seem to know anythng but my name and what I am." He paused, " And still I don't even know that."

Retane found himself looking down at solid dirt as he spoke. He felt emotional; angry; sad, confused, and still wondered about all the questions in his head.

A sniffle came from ahead of the warrior and Retane snapped his eyes to look at the figure. He was in the shadow mist, yet the Namekian had not summoned him, and it was that of a silvery gow.



"Summon Arith ad then we shall speak." The figure stepped then, the mist giving way to his figure and color. Still though, he seemed shaded, as if he didn't belong here, but wore a dark orange cloak and had silvery hair.

Retane wanted to call him a Mystic for some reason, but before he had a chance, the shadow mist cast itself and Arith appeared in his golden dragon armor.

The namek paused for a few moments to ponder the situation and had to wonder what the hell was going on. " I didn't summon him, but he's here." Retane had a scowl on his face. "So lets speak?"