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Travel Principles. Temporal Disruptions. Time Gates. "Eppie". OTDS HQ.

The abundance of years gone by. Wasted�

Birth. Childhood. Different Schools. Constant Relocation.

Shugerg.

Reawakening. Soulless. "Chrono-jumping".

The different places�

Antigua. Puerto Rico. Norfolk. Jacksonville. Key West. Brooklyn.

"Crono�s World."

The memories. Good ones�

Rob�s scavenger quests. Traveling. Idrina. Theme Parks. Basketball. Charity. Summer Vacations. Graduation. A New Career.

A New Life. Self-Discovery. A Soul Found.

First love.

Jade. Marriage. Daisy. Equinox. Ariel.

Xia.

The memories. Painful ones�

Sibling Fights. Parental Punishments. Moving Away. Friendship Fallouts.

Shugerg.

Love Lost. The Operation. Deaths. Demitri. Betrayal. Dalton. Cold Truths. Puarru.

The memories. The kind in which nightmares do not compare.

Dorindi.

"The Beast".

Ayers Rock.

The Last of His Kind�

Regeneration. For him it had it�s horrible and decent moments. His body would surely benefit, being restored to it�s prime. After so long of being "out-of-action", he actually needed the "deactivation". But his mind was paying for it, dearly.

The flashbacks. They rushed throughout his subconscious like an unorganized, but furious swarm, re-entering his memory like the "defragmentation" of a hard drive at warp speed. Still, the memory reallocation would take hours, being that his mind contained so much information. For a normal human being with a lifespan of 65 to 90 (average), the process would take a rough hour. But the recent victim wasn�t your average human being, having a wealth of memories that nearly spanned two millenia and over 30 lifetimes. It was enjoyable to relive some memories, but the worse ones would always overshadow the pleasant.

He would prefer to truly die than to ever go through "FlashFire" hell again.

It was too late.

As "it" bolted from the shadowy confines of the forest, "it�s" eyes caught sight of him. And her.

"Checkmate!!"

The sword traveled straight through, and was removed with the same deadly efficiency. The young man fell lifelessly and backwards unto the cold concrete of the courtyard. The same young man "it" had lived to protect, whose duty was to prevent the very thing that had just taken place.

The death of Maximillian Ramnarine.

The shadowy figure was mysterious from head to toe, donning a polished onyx race bike-like helmet with a silvery one-way mirrored view plate which hid every possible feature of it�s face. Running down "it�s" neck onto it�s very feet was a lightweight, mechanized, and armored jumpsuit; mostly onyx with hints of scarlet and white here and there. Strapped to "it�s" back and resting in sheathes were a pair of swords.

Katanas. One weapon�s handle was angled upward from the back of "it�s" left shoulder while the other laid in a mirrored position behind the "it�s" right. As the "Sect-armed" killer lifted her prey from off the ground, the "observer" reached for the sword to "it�s" right. Before the "shadow warrior" could wrap "it�s" left hand around the hilt of weapon, something instead wrapped around "it�s" reaching wrist, pulling with jarring strength.

The masked one flew backwards violently, first uncontrolled, but after quickly somersaulting "itself" upright, "it" landed without fault and a sword in "it�s" hand, cutting free the other.

The glowing wire string that had once bound the "secret one�s" hand, fell limp to the ground and without it�s unnatural luster. The keeper of the line reeled it back into her hand with time-bending speed as she stood before the "dark warrior".

"Now, now, �Katana�, you know that goes against the rules," said the assailant, her voice fair and at the same time, mischievous, "no interaction with the �Weird Sisters� are allowed, remember."

Unlike the first, this new comer didn�t give a damn who recognized her. From the way she looked and was dressed, she vaguely resembled an Arabian Princess from one of those 1001 Nights.

Despite her beauty, she had a dark persona about her. The onyx medieval Arabian leggings. The jet black top around her upper torso. The navy blue headband she wore atop her crown of long raven black hair, and at the center of the band laid a gold-rimmed onyx stone as dark as her very heart.