A Flashback of a Memory [COMPILED]

[Destroyer Unleased]

[OK I have decided that it is probably a wiser idea not to mention easier on all of you that I compile my 4 part post into one thread since it is in fact 4 parts of the same RP. So for those of you who have read the separate sections this is just a way to make it easier to find in one thread. I have deleted the individual threads I posted this in over the week so enjoy...]

Thor sits in an ornate black cushioned high backed red oak chair with a slight smile on his face. In his right hand is a clear crystal glass three quarters full of vodka with two ever shrinking ice cubes floating in the liquid. On the ornate red wood desk in front of him was an ornate black leather book. The book that he was writing to share his life story.

He slowly leans forward as he sips his drink. He lightly runs his fingers over the cover of the book and then sits back in the chair as a thoughtful expression crosses his face. He leans his head back and closes eyes with a soft sigh.

Thor and the desk fade away only to be replaced by the image of a man traveling alone as if on a journey of great importance. Before the scene becomes even clearer the vision shifts again to a stormy night...

Confero was not always his name....

The tale starts on dark stormy night in the estate of a minor noble couple. The lady of the house was in labor with her fifth child.

After hours a strong healthy baby boy was born and given the name Almak.

The years passed by uneventfully that is until Almak's fourth birthday......

On that day news of Almack's father, who had been called away on business, came from the capital in a letter. His mother read the letter and broke down in tears at the news. Almack's older siblings all read the letter as did the chamberlain. It soon became known that his father had been killed in a failed attempt on the king's life.

For weeks the family grieved and mourned. After 3 mounths things started to become normal again. suitors stated showing up to win Almak's mother's hand in marriage. As was her duty she soon had to remarry.

The man she married was loving and gentle. The man was a widower with three sons all older than Almak. He treated the children like his own and spent time with Almak and the others daily playing and teaching.

Life seemed to have regained its rightness, but the shadow that had been laying under the surface soon reared its head.........

Almak's brothers and sisters soon started dying as a sicknees spread through the estate and the city. Within weeks of the outbreak all of the children but Almack and his oldest stepbrother had died. In that time Almak's mother fell ill and nothing the doctor's did worked. His stepfather had been called out to battle for the kingdowm and was not home. Soon Almak's mother was dead succumbing to the illness.

Then the torture started.....

Almak's stepbrother started beating him and treating him like a servant. Almak lived in hope that his step father would soon return and make things right. Then came the messenger with news that his stepfather had fallen in battle.

On that day Almak's stepbrother laughed with sadistic glee as he beat Almak for the final time before taking him on a ride through the woods. Almak was left beaten and alone in the woods outside the city by the last surviving member of his family......

Thor opens his eyes and sighs softly as the memories of the man he who had been indirectly responsible for his first death and then later resurrection start to play through his mind. These memories were after all a part of who he had become and had influenced some of his actions. Thor owed a lot to Confero and it was only seemed right that he should give the memories that had come unbidden to his mind a look. They would serve to focus his attention for the upcoming match. With thought full sigh he takes a drink of his vodka and then closes his eyes again as again the memories are shown.

For days the shattered beaten boy wandered the woods lost and alone. It was weeks before his fifth birthday.....

Soon the boy starving and bruised stumbles into a hunter's camp. The hunters fed and took care of his cuts. The hunters most of them fathers themselves wondered what cruelty had occurred to the boy. They asked for his name but the boy only shook his head and remained silent. The days alone had deeply scared the boy and broken him.

The hunters all kindly men decided that one of them would take him in. One of them a childless married man volunteered knowing his wife would be excited.

The man named the boy Tsol and together with his wife they raised him and loved him. Soon they had sons of their own and the couple showed no difference in there treatment towards the children.

Slowly Tsol relearned how to talk and how to learn how to be happy again. His seventh birthday came and went and he was given his first bow and knife and allowed to join his adopted father on hunts.

A part of Tsol stayed locked up and he was a rather quiet child never causing problems and always asking seeking knowledge. His adopted family loved him and his siblings looked up to him.

But the happiness was soon shattered as one day on a hunt Tsol got separated from his father and wandered the woods for days before finding his way home.

Upon returning home Tsol found the house a smoldering wreckage and the bodies of his family nailed to the trees in the yard. Tsol breaks down sobbing as he spends what is his eighth birthday mourning his family.

That night he sleeps and on the dawn after he buries his family he leaves the ruins of his life with no food and just the cherished gifts of his seventh birthday. He wanders the woods for days using the survival lore the hunter had taught him to survive. Soon he made his way into a city where he lived for a while alone in the dark alleys hunting the rodents that lived there.

He lived this way for weeks as the memories of the past came to him. Tsol soon remembered his birth name and renamed himself Tsol Almak. On that day he vowed to see his stepbrother pay and to hunt for those who had killed his second family. He became bitter with the world but still held some of the innocence of youth.

Tsol lived on the streets until winter hit. During that time he lost his bow in a street fight. As winter hit he was picked up by the town watch and taken to the city's orphanage......

Thor opens his eyes and then sits the shaking as he relives the hollow empty feeling that had been felt after he had awoken alone in the woods beaten and abandoned by his step brother.

Soon the relief of being found by someone not out to harm him washes over him as he is taken in by the hunter and his wife. Slowly he feels a growing calm as he relearns how to speak and how to show and accept affection again.

There was happiness at his birthday gifts and an eager pride at his adopted father's willingness to take him on hunts. When the two got separated he felt loneliness and a bit of panic. But on top of that he felt a determination to find his way home. It came from knowing that he was loved and that his father would be looking for him. Though it took a few days to get home he kept up know that he had a family and a life.

Thor could again feel the shattering hopelessness that had been felt as the smell of smoke greets him mere moments before he sees the burning coals that remained of his families home. Then came the shattering rage and blinding heart break at finding the bodies of his adopted father and mother along with his infant adopted brothers nailed as a sigh of utter cruelty to the trees that were in the front yard of house.

Thor shakes in his seat as he takes another drink of his vodka. The emotions of the memories were washing through him in a massive flood that caused him to shudder from the intensity. Memories that were only beginning.

The orpanage a three story building on edge of the city was home to many homeless children. It was ran by an order of monks who took in the lost and helped to find their way.

Tsol soon settled into the routine, the structured life style of disipline. Waking up at dawn , breakfast, chores, meditaion, studies, lunch, chores, meditaion, weapons training, dinner, chores, meditaion, free time, and bed by second watch.

Days became weeks, weeks became months, months became years....

Tsol exceled in his training and and studies soon becoming one of best the monks had trained. It was that Tsol was more talented than the others or that he was smarter. It was his desire to do the very best he could and to be the best he could be.

But Tsol was not alone in this. For a girl who had been since before he had arrived also shared the same desires. She was a stunning beauty and as time passed she became the objects of many of the others' lusts.

Tsol and the girl trained together. He watched her back protecting her, not that she needed it. Tsol soon realized she was the one he was meant to be with and that the feelings he had for her where natural. He felt complete around her. For when they sparred and talked they would finish each others actions ot sentences.

One night Tsol stood out side her door and and swore a blood oath to protect and watch over her always. To be there for her always and never abandon her he swore. Tsol pledged that no other woman would be his wife and that he would never Love another for the young woman had stolen his heart and loyalty.

From that night forward he became her servant and bodyguard as well friend. His duties in the orphanage soon grew as he was given charge of training a group of the younger orphans. He pushed himself harder in training pushing himself to his limits each time steadily improving. As he continued to spar with his Beloved he pushed himself to the limits knowing that by pushing himself he was pushing her and that together they both would improve.

He spent as much time as he could with her. Yet never revealing his true feeling for her for fear of rejection. So he lived a life that seemed almost perfect serving as her servant and being her truest friend.

The start of the a truly happy life was upon Tsol. A much deserved happiness had finally come into his life.

Then things changed..........

Thor leans forward as he relives the familiar feelings of pride and accomplishment at his achievements. The feeling of growth and devotion to a female even before the time it was normal for a boy to feel these things. A feeling of true happiness and friendship is felt as he spends time with her and the pride of being able to truly train and test his skills with her.

He licks his lips slowly and then reaches into the top right desk drawer and then pulls out a bottle of vodka and refills his glass. Sets the bottle down and then takes a drink of the vodka as he gets up to pace in front of his window deep in thought about how these memories might help him with the NextGen Title matches at Fool's Revenge.

Thor stands staring out into the night through his office window. He had stopped pacing moments before but he was still on edge. Then again remembering his past and of Confero. Something about the past always caused him to get edgy. With a soft sigh he turns and steps back to his chair and sits down. Once he is sitting down again he pours another glass of vodka as he purse his lips in a thoughtful smile as more of the memories come.

For a year and a half the two were near inseparable. Training and studying together becoming very close to each other. For Tsol was the only one willing to even spend time with her.

Then one day, Tsol's tenth birthday, she was adopted. Tsol could only stand and watch as part of his soul was taken away with her. He vowed to never rest until he found her.

Tsol threw himself into his training and studying. He was soon forced to spend his time alone for no one wanted to spend time with. So alone and in need of focus he soon stumbled upon a spell book. This spell book contained many spells that Tsol soon mastered having discovered that he had a hidden internal talent for magic. He soon discovered he could see magical auras.

For weeks he trained his body and mind in a mindless machine like fashion. Then she returned suddenly. She looked starved and in need of a good rest. Tsol immediately noticed a magical aura around her but didn't pursue the cause.

Things returned to normal between the two. The studying and sparring. Also they started training their newly discovered magically talents. Tho she had changed and her vegetarian diet became a joke among the other orphans Tsol could only Love her more and he became even more devoted to her.

They trained this way for almost four years. In this time they both had become masters in the arena beating all who opposed them except each other as they where evenly matched. Their friendship grew and Tsol was slowly building the courage to ask her for his heart's deepest desire.

One night, on the eve of his fourteenth birthday, he finally found the courage to ask her to be his wife. He arrived at her door and knocked on it. He knelled down on his knees as she opened the door and asked, "Will you the one who owns my heart and soul. My truest and only friend. The one who knows me as well as I know myself. Will you the one who makes me whole become my wife?"

Tsol waited kneeling staring into her eyes as he waited for an answer. An answer that he would never hear for at that moment the city's warning bells rang.

The city was under attack......

Thor sighs softly as he remembers those events. The night was probably one of the most romantic that either of them had ever experienced. Both Confero and Thor were men of passion so the things they did were full of enthusiasm. Yet still the memories came and he had no clue what he was looking for. He knew there was a reason he was remembering this all now just nights before Fool's Revenge and the first crowning of the XVI NextGen Title.

The bells tolled loudly trough the city. Waking everyone...

Tsol sprang to his feet and waited as his Beloved gathered her weapons and gear. Then they sprinted to his room to get his weapons. After getting all geared up Tsol rejoined her. Together they ran to join the fight.

The city itself had already fallen. The lord of the city had turned traitor and had allowed part of the enemy forces with in the city walls. Soon only the orphange and a few other pockets of fighting remained. Tsol and the young woman fought side by side protecting eachother from harm. They cut their way through the enemy and had soon cleared most of them in their immediate area when she slipped twisting her ankle. Tsol dropped his blade and jumped to catch her.

As he moved an enemy soldier kicked Tsol's sword of the way. As Tsol stood the soldier knocked him out know that his lord would value the boy alive....

The soldier ignores the girl as she lays there watching. Tsol is dragged off....

He wakes to find himself in a chains. Tsol looks around searching for his Beloved. He doesn't find her. He sees the lord of the city talking with the enemy commander and on close examination recognises the lord's face, that of his stepbrother Denji. His step brother comes over and examines Tsol not recognizing him for ten years have passed since Tsol Almak had been the little boy beaten and abandoned. Tsol was now a tall lithe muscular young man.
Denji looks at Tsol and smiles. Boy I have the perfect place for you... Denji turns to the enemy commander and orders Tsol beaten soundly and then to be shipped to Denji's estate.

The commander turns to his men and gives some orders. The men strip and bind Tsol to two wooden stakes in the middle of the camp. The soldiers laugh as Tsol is spread eagled and left stretched out to suffer under the blistering sun.....

Thor again relives the moments of of fighting and the resentment that the attack could not have waited for another few minutes. Then the desperation at being dragged away from the woman he was in Love with. Again came the seething almost blinding rage at seeing his stepbrother in charge of the enemy soldiers. Then came the humiliation at being stripped down then bond to the poles in the blistering sun.

He sighs and takes a drink of his vodka to still his now shaking nerves as he takes some deep breaths. He was beginning to get an idea on why he was reliving the past now. The memories held a key to focusing himself for the upcoming pay per view. And now that the journey had started it was best to finish it. So he takes another drink of his vodka as the memories again begin to play.

Tsol hung stretched in the sun for hours before the beatings began.

Each soldier was given a chance to give Tsol ten lashes. The hours in the sun had burned Tsol's skin and had made it tender. As each whip stroke fell Tsol bit back a pain filled yell by focusing his Beloved face in his mind. Soon all else in his mind had been striped away like flesh on his body.

Hours later the whipping stopped as the last soldier took his turn. All through out the long hours a priest had been been chanting prayers to his deity Selinda.

Tsol's mind soon only held two things his Beloved's face and a slowly blossoming hatred for the deity Selinda.

He was left in the sun for several more hours. His now shredded flesh burning to a crisp as the blood that was dripping from his cuts pooled and the ground and dried on his skin. His body had been broken by the five thousand soldiers that had lashed him.

At sun down he was taken down and given a semi-through clean. The soldiers dunked him in a barrel of vinegar. Tsol screamed as his skin touched the liquid for the biting sting was worse then all the lashing had been.

He was cleaned and taken to Denji's estate, the estate that rightfully belonged to Almak. Once there Denji spoke. I have heard of your battle prowess and now give you one chance to live. I see you have been completely beaten.

Denji stops to smirk.

"I have need for men like you. Agree to serve in my gladiator pits and you will be given full medical attention and shall soon rise in my service. Refuse and you shall still serve me but with out the benefits of respect and medical treatment. The choice is yours Boy."

Denji sneers.

Tsol listens mindlessly and nods slowly unable to force the words out. Having lost all the memories but that of his Beloved and his hatred for Selinda. The knowledge he had learned at the orphanage was still there but buried within his mind.

"Good you shall be treated by my personal doctor. Now tell me what is your name Boy. I must know what to call my newest gladiator."

Tsol just stared blankly at Denji and shook his head. Tsol tried to speak but no words would come out.

"I see that the events of today have left you speechless. No worries until you regain your speech I will call you Grun."

A life of glorified slavery for the newly named Grun was only beginning.......

Thor gasps as he again feels the faint pain of the lashes shredding into his skin. He gets up and paces the room in an attempt to calm his now frayed and numbing nerves. The emptiness of the mental defenses that had been erected that day was easily within grasp.

With a start Thor suddenly knows why this was happening now. He was meant to take the feelings he was remembering and uses them to fuel him so he can become the first ever NextGen Champion. He also knew there was more to this journey. He turns to look out the window into the night as he readies himself to look over more of the memories.

[Destroyer Unleased]

He stands at the window watching the lights of the city shimmer in the falling rain.The memories he was reliving were giving him a mental beating but he understood why it was happening. He needed the focus that these memories gave him. So with a soft sigh he returns to his chair and sits back down slowly and leans forward as he pours a another glass of vodka.

For the first three weeks of Grun's slavery he lived in a drug induced coma. The doctor, a long time retainer of Grun's family, instantly recognized Grun as the young Almak. The doctor on examining Grun saw just how badly Grun had been beaten. The doctor marveled at how the young man still lived.

Through out those three weeks Grun had one constant dream. He was stretched naked between to poles and whipped by a seemingly endless stream of men while hearing the chanting of a priest, I heal you in the name of Selinda. In the dream the whip would strike at the end of the priest's chant as if to punctuate Selinda's name. Grun did not realize that he was being plagued not by a dream but by a memory.

After three week the doctor pulled Grun out of the drug induced coma and examined the wounds that had been inflicted by the lashings. Gruns back had become a solid sheet of scar tissue traced with ribbons of non scarred flesh. Lash marks traced the back of Grun's arms and legs. In short Grun's back and body had become a map of pain and torture.

But during those three weeks another memory played through Grun's mind. That of him kneeling before the most perfect woman in the world and asking her to marry him. He held on to her face and never once let go of that vision.....

After the doctor declared Grun to be fit enough to start training Denji summoned him.....

"Now Grun it is time to meet your fellow gladiators." Denji says with a chuckle.

Denji leads Grun to the gladiator pits where to his shock he sees his students. For when when the orphanage fell Denji had all the best fighters rounded up and put into his personal gladiator pits. The rest of the gladiators where older scarred men who had lived hard lives.

Things soon settled into a routine much like the that the orphanage had used. Grun's students called him Tsol and slowly day by day he regained his memories of the orphanage. The one memory that kept with him always was the vision of the girl, his truest friend.

Months passed and Grun soon regained his speech. His students had carefully spread tales of his prowess to the others. But the words where not empty boasting since Grun proved his skills again and again in the training bouts.

Soon Grun spoke the first words that had passed his lips since his marriage proposal. "I am Grun Tsol Almak and I vow to find my Beloved and live in happiness." He tells his students and the others.

Grun soon becomes the leader of the gladiators and slowly he remembers all that Denji had done to him. He along the way hears from a fellow gladiator that Denji had been behind the attack that had killed his adopted family.

The months passed and Grun became even better with his skills. He trained the others to their fullest potential. He pushed them to their limits which slowly became harder and harder to do.

The training soon took on an edge that required them to act sloppy when Denji or one of his loyal followers was watching. For Grun was forging the gladiators into an army. Soon all the men where loyal to Grun though in public they were careful to avoid appearing totally united. They faked fights and dissension among themselves.

Grun slowly came up with a plan to strike and make Denji pay. All he needed was the perfect time to strike. Then came the first gladiator competition...

Thor sighs as he leans back shaking slightly. In his right hand he holds his glass of vodka. With a careful movement he brings the glass to his lips and takes a drink as he closes his eyes. He takes a deep breath to try and steady his nerves as he readies himself for the next flash of memory.

The gladiators soon saw action for a fellow Lord had challenged Denji to a gladiatorial contest.

As news of this contest reached Grun he devised a plan that taught his army to show only as much skill as was needed to win. He instructed them all to hide their true potential.

The day came and they fought hard and won all the matches. Since Denji and the other Lord had bet winner takes all on the contest Denji's lands and gladiator ranks soon doubled. The other lord became the first of many to become Denji's vassals.

Grun and his men were rewarded handsomely for the victory. But the reward was not one that he wanted. He was forced to bed a fellow slave girl.

The contests came every few months the outcome always the same Gruns force winning and him being rewarded.

Between matches Grun trained the new men and soon they became loyal to him. It became easier to keep up the illusion of dissension after each victory as another group of gladiators joined the pits.

Grun and a few others were selected to become breeders in the hopes of creating another generation winning gladiators. Grun resented his new duties. Each coupling further fueling his hatred for Denji and his new Goddess Selinda in whose name he had been whipped and now forced to procreate in honor of.

The only thing that helped him live through these nights of forced copulation was the memory of his Beloved.

Grun and the others lived this way for four years. Every few months a new victory and another set of new gladiators for Grun to bring up to standards. Soon there where over 5000 gladiators under Grun's command.

All he needed was the perfect opportunity to strike. He had slowly brought each of his students and gladiator leaders into a plot to overthrow Denji at the right moment...That moment came several nights before Grun's 18th birthday.....

Thor gasps as he remembers the resentment at having his body used to father children. In his mind he could feel the coldness that was his only defense at those "reward" sessions. With closed eyes he empties the rest of his vodka.

Upon finding the glass empty he opens his eyes as he sets his glass down. He leans forward and then grabs the bottle of the vodka ans slowly pours himself another glass of vodka. As the clear liquid slowly fills his glass he sighs deeply wondering just how much more this would affect him. He knew there was still more to this story but wasn't quite sure what exactly he needed to know other than that this was helping to prepare him for his upcoming match.

An unexpected chance came on a quite night. Denji's estate unexpectedly came under attack. The confusion was the perfect cover Grun's vengeance. He sent the signal that him and his captains had come up with.

In no time the gladiators were armed and ready for battle. The attackers were so many that Denji's warriors welcomed the help. Grun saw the attackers banner and saw that it was the king's force from his home kingdom , the land that Denji had betrayed. Te land that most of Grun's gladiators where from.

The land where Selinda was the Goddess of Death, Destruction and Slavery(among other things). Grun's hatred of Selinda and need to have revenge on Denji over came him. He issued the order that many of his men were eager waiting for.

Grun order his men to turn on Denji's soldiers. Grun himself went in search of Denji. After several minutes Grun found Denji cowering in his room drunk and unaware of the of the attack.

Grun entered the room and spoke, "Hello brother remember me?" Grun watched Denji's face blanched as he instantly sobered.

"But....but....but....it....can't....be....no....you....should be dead. NO it can be...I tracked you all those years agos after you where rescued by the hunters. I ordered them killed. Almak our siblings didn't die of a plague..the city being ill gave me the cover I need to poison you all...you proved resistant to the poison. I am why the city got attacked. I am dead no matter what happens..."

Grun listens in stoney silence as Denji speaks the memories and pain being relived. Grun sits a moment as he absorbs the word. Then suddenly he moves like a viper and attacks Denji knocking him out. Grun quickly ties and binds Denji before he wakes up.

Grun then carries Denji out to the walls. The last of Denji's men surrendered and the gates were opened.

Thor knew what this meant. It showed that things would get better now matter how hard it appeared to be. He takes a drink of his vodka as he reflects on the past a moment. He knew they showed that as long as he had a focus he could do anything. He leans back in his chair and sighs softly knowing there is still more to his memories but that he also needed a break from them.

He gets up as he finishes his drink then slowly walks out of his office with the redwood door slowly closing behind him with a soft click.[/color][/b]

Thor sits behind his desk sipping his glass of vodka with a smile on his face. The interview (Interviewing a Future Champion) was something that had helped to calm his scattered nerves. Truth be told he had need to talk like that and now as a result he was a lot calmer for it. With a thoughtful sigh he leans back into the padding on his chair and sighs softly as he readies himself for the last of Confero's memories to surface in his mind. Thor knew that this last section in some ways was the most intense of the memories and that it would be the one that gave him the most need to react.

The next few days were hectic as Grun took control of his rightful estate. He had Denji whipped 50000 times before turning him over to the the king's justice.

Upon the departure of the king's men and the settling of the estate staff Grun set all of the slaves free and offered each of the gladiators a chance to go home. None took it.

Several months passed as Grun lived with novelty of the benefits of wealth and power. But he was not happy long for he felt incomplete as he managed the lands that Denji had once ruled....

One day Grun announced that he was leaving on a quest to find his Beloved and would return once he had found her.

On that day he took a new name that would follow him to his death. He chose the name Confero which means Devoted...

So he set on the quest that would find his Beloved or kill him.....

Thor sighs remembering the satisfaction at seeing the whippings that had been done to him acted out upon his brother. There was and had been a feeling of sick accomplishment from it and he knew why. You see Denji had taken everything from him and now had the same thing happen to him. It was in a word the perfect "what goes comes around scenario." Thor sighs as he finishes his glass of vodka and slowly pours himself another glass.

Some would say that becoming rich and the leader of an army would have been enough for any man. This would be the case for a man who was driven by such wants and desires. For Confero that had not been the case and much like Thor wealth and power had just not been what had motivated him to act. It was Love that drove him.

Confero's journey took him far and wide and gave him many memories and further trained his skills....

Days after Confero set out he came across a hermit in in the woods. He stayed the night and was shocked to discover that the hermit knew of his little used magical talents.

"Young man you have a fire within you that burns bright and that must be trained before it consumes you. I know of why you journey. If you die you will never find her."

So it was that Confero became a student to a magician. For two years he studied becoming strong in the arts. He trained his body so as not to lose the weapons skills.

Soon the trainging combined his magical and physical skills. He became a powerful Warrior-mage. Confero excelled in the powers of life and death, fire, and those of seeing magical auras. He was a Pyro-Necromancer.

All through the two years he constantly thought of his Beloved.

The training came to an end and on his 20th birthday he left to continue his search.....

Thor sits reflecting on the journey and the knowledge he had gained. Now of course he had the same thoughts before but it was true that every day you learned something new. That every day was a test and a step closer to the end out you journey. He sighs softly as he takes a drink of his vodka and sighs softly to himself about just the remainder of the memory.

Confero soon returned to civilization. He listened to the rumors and soon learned of the warrior women who slayed all of her enemies.

Knowing in his heart the truth of who she was he set out going from town to following the rumors of and slowly ever so slowly getting closer to her....

It was on one such journey between towns that the unthinkable happened....

Confero was traveling through the woods alone and camped for the night when suddenly he was attacked by a pack beasts. Confero had always heard and believed the tales of Vampires and Werewolves and those of the Hybrids that the merging of the Vampiric and Lycan bloodlines created.

Confero fought hard but was greatly out numbered and was soon overwhelmed though not without killing several of the hybrids. He was bitten and bled dry and left to die by the pack.

Days passed as Confero died and was transformed into a Hybrid. His first thought as he returned to life was that of his Beloved.

His next thought was that of hunger and a need to hunt. So he hunted and fed. For the next several months he slowly learns to control his new form....

Hope is a wonderful thing really when you think about. It causes you to fight on in times of extreme danger and against over whelming odds. Really looking back at these memories Thor could see that Hope had been the main reason for the actions taken and as with anything worth having it had not been easy and more times then not there was a price to pay in order to achieve dreams.

After Confero had gained control of his new form he continued his search for his Beloved. He continued to the town where he had been headed to before the attack. He slowly arrived to find the rumors stale and dead.

But his journey was not over or the path lost for he was contacted by a member of the rich elite named Schain who told of a way to find his Beloved but there was a small price to pay in return for the knowledge.

The price was the death of another woman. A woman by the name of Jezara. Schain gave Confero all the knowledge he had on her location but never the reason he had for killing her. A contract was written up and the knowledge was passed....

Confero left shortly there after and followed the path to his Beloved. Confero had been sent to Melania....

So it was that Confero entered Melania. he spent months listening to the stories and soon found the woman Jezara...

She was married to the man Werthor and lived in Castle Thorn. She was the mother to a set of twins.

So he watched Castle Thorn and waited to strike....

He waited for days for the best time to kill her and fulfill his contract. His chance came one night as she was walking in the garden.

He kills her and leaves heading to the nearest pub where he asks about Castle Thorn an its occupants. He later meets Jezara's father-in-law and learns just how strongly Werthor Loved Jezara and hears about how they had married using a blood bond.

Confero soon grows guilty of his actions and is haunted by his past as he realizes that by killing Jezara he had also killed Werthor. Confero finds himself at Castle Thorn at the funeral pyre of Jezara and Werthor. There he loses himself in quilt....

For how long he laid there he would never know but he awoke to the sound of approaching footsteps. He hid and watched as a man came and gathered some of the ashes.

Confero follows the man as he heads back to where it was he camped. Confero sits in stunned silence as he watches what happens. But it is not the events that amaze him but that of the people doing them.

He is stunned for standing there was his Beloved. It had been over 8 years since he had seen her.

Confero watches his heart his throat as the woman Jezara was recreated.

Confero waited until his Beloved, Lisrana, was alone in the camp again before making himself known to her.

The moment he had waited for since he had proposed all those years ago was at hand. Confero speaks, I am Tsol. My Beloved I have searched for you all these years and have endured much since we last spoke. But finding you and my Love for you kept me going. I have fianlly found you.

But the years had made her forget him and she cast him aside. Confero broken hearted returned to Castle Thorn and begins the process of redemption by resurrecting Thor...

As Confero prepares for the ritual Thor speaks to him and asks to be released the stone that held his Soul. Confero shattered the stone and Thor's soul swept across the land and saw the events that had happened since his death...

Thor returns and prevents the ceremony since Jezara had moved on and married another man without even mourning his death...

So the to talked and shared memories and made a decision that would change Melania and the world forever....

Both betrayed by Love and cast aside by their Beloveds they decided to merge and create a new being one that united their memories and knowledge, a being that had all of their powers and skills....

So it was that Confero added his blood to the ashes that remained of Thor's body and created a new body the merged the looks of both....

After the new body was ready Thor took control of it and killed Confero as they agreed...Confero's soul joined Thor's in the new body.

The two decided to fashion a new name....Sah'ta......

It is true when they say that true Love will cause someone to do almost anything. Thor smiles almost crazily as he thinks about this simple statement. It was true Love did cause you to do anything and in the end your sacrifices sometimes didn't pay off. You see sometimes Love didn't always last forever. Sah'ta had learned that as both Thor and Confero. Now to say that this was only the tale up to a certain point in their lives would be correct.

You see shortly after the merging of their souls Confero decided he would try to press his luck with Lisrana and decides to go his own way in his own body wish had to be recreated. Thor had gained control of the body and then for years had stalked the the lands giving a bad name to his kind. In the end though that is another set of memories and would only prove to distract him.

Thor finishes his vodka and leans back in his seat a moment then jumps up and walks to the window with a slow measured step that tapped lightly against the hardwood floor. He looks out into the night and watches the rain fall quietly as he thinks about his upcoming match at Fool's Revenge.

It was simple to see that the memories had cleared his mind and given him a new perspective. They had given him a focus and a will to fight to the end. Not to say that he didn't already fight to the end But rather that now he had a goal. He WOULD be the first ever XVI NextGen Champion and he would stop at nothing to get there.

Reliving these memories had made him relive the emotions and also the resulting blood lust. That he realized had been the intent reason for the timing of these memories. They had come at a time where he needed to have his entire being focused and ready.

He had not just one opponent at Fool's Revenge but five. Each of his opponents would be working just as hard to be the one who at the end of the night had the NextGen Title. Thor knew this and well he was now ready and the only thing he had to wait on was for Fool's Revenge to actually get there.

Thor suddenly turns with a billowing effect to his cloak and then walks steadily out of his office the sound of his boots connecting with the hard redwood floor marking his passage. He opens the door and takes one last look at the vodka bottle and the empty glass on his desk and then turns to walk out the door as he pulls it closed with a click that signaled the door had latched closed.