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Past Revealed.... The First Horseman
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Enroshia took a deep breath as his skin became slowly transparent. He tried to offer a weak smile, but even the Mystic knew that this was just the beginning. His form soon diminished, fading into a light grey hue of smoke. The smoke flowed to the ground and dissipated into the the air itself
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Retane stood there looking in the spot where his former comrade had just been standing. He didn't know how long he stood there, as he mulled over the event that had just transpired. It was a lot to take in, and handle at the moment. When he had first came to, he hadn't known who he was really, hadn't known his past. He knew his name and that he was a Namek. Or that's what his inner thoughts wanted him to believe.

Now Enroshia, a being from another plane, and planet, with the ability to cross through planes some how, had managed to seek him out, claiming he was an ally and had given him a bit more insight on who he had been. That is, of course, if he could believe the elvish warrior. For now though, he had nothing else to go on and so he just had to go with the flow.

The Namek turned his head realizing he was being stared at and looked at Arith, Enroshia's champion and loyal comrade. The golden warrior had one arm folded across his chest and the other hand on his chin, as if pondering something in deep thought. "What", Retane had to question.

Arith focused his eyes to the Namek's and his visage produced a frown as he began, "I still think Enroshia might be wrong. "

Retane took a few moments to ponder the words and his own features portrayed his puzzlement. Arith, however, ended it as he continued, " I still think you might just be some freakishly over grown gremlin.

The Namekian shook his head and turned around and began walking west.

"Where are we going", The Lythian worded as he started following suit.

"We", Retane asked as he glanced back, "Thought you didn't like 'gremlins' "

Arith threw his hands in the air in a shrug, "Was told that we follow you"

The Namek knew the answer before the weird individual had spoke. "I don't know where we are going, but we are going to do as your friend suggested. I am going to recreate The Horsemen. I'm going to get stronger."
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I refuse to lose this battle,
Let whatever come my way.
I am stronger then my rival,
No, I will not fall today...


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