Post by Miter on Feb 3, 2016 2:46:45 GMT
A flash of light, and a loud bang this was all that Miter could recollect before he felt the chilling touch of the reaper taking his soul. When he awoke from his endless slumber he was in a foreign place; somewhere that he had never been before. Though this place was so foreign to him it still felt as though it was home. The warrior would overlook himself attempting to locate his body only to realize he was nothing, but a spirit. He had lost the proud body that he had inherited from his ancestors, and he was stricken with horror. Depression began to overwhelm the warrior, ”Namek, my home, I have failed you. I dared to walk around claiming to be a member of the warrior caste. Those poor children who died without a chance to even defend themselves! Who could’ve possibly done such a horrible thing to such a peaceful planet. It couldn’t have been a member of the Demon caste; they wouldn’t destroy their home, they would have come to destroy us.”
After what seemed like an eternity of longing to have a chance at redemption he felt a light shine on him it felt like the warm Namekian sun that he had known all too well. After experiencing this level of deja vu he would lose consciousness. I am dead, and I am still passing out what the hell is going on here? I feel whole, what is the cause of this feeling? Slowly he would open his eyes only to be greeted by the eternal sunlight that he loved so deeply. ”Where the hell am I? Wait I know this place, am I dreaming? No, it's not a dream; I have returned to my home!” Tears would begin to fall down the face of the warrior for he was grateful for what he had been blessed with. The ancients have blessed me with another chance, and I will not let this slip idly through my fingers.
Slowly, he would rise to his feet the feeling of his muscles beginning to loosen was popping from the strain at standing. I wonder if everyone is doing well? I guess I better have a look around to see the extent of the damage that was dealt to the planet. Slowly he would levitate into the air, and would begin to fly around looking for any signs of distress. The villages that had been destroyed by the destructive force of the army that infiltrated the planet has seamlessly been repaired. The people were working the fields as if nothing had ever happened to them in the first place. Was he just dreaming when he imagined himself dieing? He made his way to his village, and landed to be greeted by the elder, ”Father, what on Earth has happened? I feel as though I have experienced death, and yet I faced no enemy.” His father would walk over to him, and would encompass him. ”My son, we all succumb to the cold grasp of death by the hands of pure evil. Though, by the grace of the ancients our friends resurrected us, and our world from destruction.
The young Namek would then look over the planet, and would sigh, ”Father, I failed this planet, and I almost wonder if I deserve to be here experiencing this sense of tranquility. I have lost my honor as a warrior, as a Namekian, and I must find the evil that plunged us into the depths of hell to eradicate it from existence. Though, I feel as if I should remain on this planet, and protect my people. Without meeting warriors that outclass me I will never be able to improve, what should I do father?” The large Namekian would place his hand on the head of the young warrior, and would laugh. ”Why must you bear the burden that has fallen upon our people solely on your shoulders? My son I agree you must leave, and you must experience the world in order to mold you as a warrior. Go forth my son, and become strong so that you might become the Namekian we all have faith in you becoming. Safe journey’s my child.”
Tears would begin to form in the eyes of the Namekian as he made his way to the edge of the village, and with enthusiasm he would mutter, ”Father, I will become the strongest Namekian to ever exist!” Wiping the tears he would launch into the sky rocketing away into the distance. I must push myself to the extent of my ability in order to be strong enough to protect them all.
After what seemed like an eternity of longing to have a chance at redemption he felt a light shine on him it felt like the warm Namekian sun that he had known all too well. After experiencing this level of deja vu he would lose consciousness. I am dead, and I am still passing out what the hell is going on here? I feel whole, what is the cause of this feeling? Slowly he would open his eyes only to be greeted by the eternal sunlight that he loved so deeply. ”Where the hell am I? Wait I know this place, am I dreaming? No, it's not a dream; I have returned to my home!” Tears would begin to fall down the face of the warrior for he was grateful for what he had been blessed with. The ancients have blessed me with another chance, and I will not let this slip idly through my fingers.
Slowly, he would rise to his feet the feeling of his muscles beginning to loosen was popping from the strain at standing. I wonder if everyone is doing well? I guess I better have a look around to see the extent of the damage that was dealt to the planet. Slowly he would levitate into the air, and would begin to fly around looking for any signs of distress. The villages that had been destroyed by the destructive force of the army that infiltrated the planet has seamlessly been repaired. The people were working the fields as if nothing had ever happened to them in the first place. Was he just dreaming when he imagined himself dieing? He made his way to his village, and landed to be greeted by the elder, ”Father, what on Earth has happened? I feel as though I have experienced death, and yet I faced no enemy.” His father would walk over to him, and would encompass him. ”My son, we all succumb to the cold grasp of death by the hands of pure evil. Though, by the grace of the ancients our friends resurrected us, and our world from destruction.
The young Namek would then look over the planet, and would sigh, ”Father, I failed this planet, and I almost wonder if I deserve to be here experiencing this sense of tranquility. I have lost my honor as a warrior, as a Namekian, and I must find the evil that plunged us into the depths of hell to eradicate it from existence. Though, I feel as if I should remain on this planet, and protect my people. Without meeting warriors that outclass me I will never be able to improve, what should I do father?” The large Namekian would place his hand on the head of the young warrior, and would laugh. ”Why must you bear the burden that has fallen upon our people solely on your shoulders? My son I agree you must leave, and you must experience the world in order to mold you as a warrior. Go forth my son, and become strong so that you might become the Namekian we all have faith in you becoming. Safe journey’s my child.”
Tears would begin to form in the eyes of the Namekian as he made his way to the edge of the village, and with enthusiasm he would mutter, ”Father, I will become the strongest Namekian to ever exist!” Wiping the tears he would launch into the sky rocketing away into the distance. I must push myself to the extent of my ability in order to be strong enough to protect them all.