The End of a Beginning: The Beginning of an End

[Retane]

The Namek put his back to the fountain, facing outward to the sea of grass. He clenched his fists and opened them a few times as he watched his corded muscles flex.

He was a fighter or a warrior. Bred for battle and physical combat. His muscles told him that much, as well as the sharp nails at the tips of his fingers.

Perhaps the Nameks' were a warring race. Still, he couldn't be sure. It was just an observation from his own personal appearance.

He put his hand to his head and let out a long sigh. The aching had subsided at least, but he was still as lost as he had been.

Glancing up at the sunset he felt an eerie ominous feeling that it was symbolic in a way. Perhaps it was a representation that meant his former life was ending. Maybe it meant that light was ending and darkness was coming. Or maybe he was just imagining things/

Still it didn't stop the annoyance from welling up inside. It was almost like a primal urge wanted to take over. He'd never felt such a rage. Or had he? Again, he couldn't remember?

He let out another sigh that he stopped abruptly. It hit him like a brick wall that he hadn't even asked one of the most important questions. He had asked 'Where' and 'What', but not 'Who'? Who was he?

He furrowed his brow. He remembered he was of the Namekian race. He guessed he was a warrior. But his identity really slipped his grasp. His mind wondered the vast emptiness of his memories as he tried to find a trace of himself.

He came up on nothing but a single thread of hope. It was a small light in the darkness; A piece of the puzzle, though a single piece it was, it was a start.

His name was Retane.

He had a name and what he was. It was a start.

Retane glanced up at the darkened sky. The moon had risen and night had fell. The dark seemed settling. It put him at ease, or rather, was more comforting.

The Namek pulled himself to his feet. He couldn't stay here. His instincts urged him to move on. Part of him wondered what might come along if he remained here. The fountain was hand made after all.