Welcome to Gaia! ::

:She drew back and began to throw hits at her enemy. He blocked her attacks but he was not able to strike any at her either. She was finally able to hit him when his guard fell down and struck him somewhere around the arm, but she wasn't so sure if she had actually hit him for it was so dark it was hard to make out the silhouette:

:She suddenly turned cold and felt around her. She felt her face turn red and flew down covering where her torn clothes were. His voice seemed familiar when he spoke:

..May I ask who are you?

:She jerked a little after he cut of more of her threads from her clothing. Now shivering, she started to walk back knowing that what she had gone out for wasn't possible now:

:She wrapped the gi around her and looked at him:

chase you? in what I'm wearing now?

She wiped the sweat from her forehead as rays of sunlight poked through the lush green treetops. The day was fine, warm and relaxed. Sakura stood there dressed casually, a plain dark shirt and capri cargo pants.

The sleeves of her shirt flapped as the wind brushed across. A bow was gripped firmly in her left palm, a quiver thrown over her shoulder held a good amount of arrows. With a smooth motion, an arrow was drawn and pulled back on the string. A steady position, sharp stare, quiet moment.

The arrow whirled through the air and struck the wood in less than a second. A sigh came out as the arrow had landed just about an inch from the bullseye. Sakura drew another arrow.

Just before she released another arrow, her head perked up and looked around. She felt a strange presence in the distance, a feeling of familiarity came with it, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Eyeing the surrounding trees cautiously, the bow and arrow lowered.

Her sturdy boots crunched a few twigs and leaves laying on the ground as she walked to her bullseye about 30 feet away. Several arrows were pinned to the battered and poorly painted piece of wood.

Sakura started to pluck them off, but then heard a stallion nearby.

A rustling in the bushes alerted her attention. No sudden movement was made though, She was careful and patient. Dead silence suffocated the air as the tension grew.

Raising her bow and arrow, she pointed it towards the shrub but the arrow did not leave the bow. It was pulled back far, it would give the shot a strong fast strike. Her eyes narrowed and never left the spot. A word never escaped her mouth.

:: The ground started to give way. The man could not move. All he did was reach out for his sword, and then he fell. He looked as the light was slowly dimming, or was it leaving him? He could not tell. He tried to move but all he remembered was his head falling first.::

This light, is it leaving me again. This life I do not want to see, I cannot see it. This numbness, I feel pain but, I don't. Where's the hand to grab me. The arms to hold me. I forget, I thought I could never fall again. Again I go, down to the darkness, to find the light. If there is a light.

::It seemed an eternity as he fell. He kept falling, then he fell into some water. but it did not stop him. He felt as if he were still falling. But at the same time he saw another light. It was a window, but it seemed closed. He floated there. He did not look away.

Answers, I need them. Who am I?

You are the one who will save us.

Save us? Who is us? I can't save anybody. Not even the one I love. Not even myself.

Behind this window, lies a life. One that you know more than any. You must reconcile the past to redeem your actions. You think this is real, because you believe this is real. Tell me, Who are you?

I am...

::The window opened. There was a wolf sitting on a hill, it looked back and it howled at the rising moon. Another image flashed, a woman with light blue eyes, like his own, she had a caring face. Then it was covered in blood and horror as a man was behind her slitting her throat. It faded away as quick as it came. Another image appeared, a man with blood red eyes and a hard look too his face stared at the onlooking man, then the body was hanging from a rope. Just hanging there lifeless and still. Rage surged through the man. A light filled the image in the window then it showed the broken tower. It showed a man following another similar to him. He knew at once it was himself. Lightning flashed in the distance, the clouds partially covered the blood red sun, and then he looked to the tower. He saw the two of them argue. Then he saw the red eyed man man with long black hair, and long black sleeves on a uniform pin the other man with light blue eyes to the wall. He pulled out a golden dagger and sliced the image of a skull with crossing scythes onto the mans chest, after removing his shirt. He licked the blood off the dagger than shoved it in the right arm. A few minutes later, the blue eyed man hung limp from the wall, with a dagger in both of his bicepts and thighs. The red eyed figure looked once more at the pitiful sight just before he rammed the sword right into the chest of the man. A long howl was let out of hte tower that night. A voice could be heard. And it said "Now, I rule this land. My hand of justice has served once again the crimes of this man. his name is..."::

...Algus D. Wolfbane. That is who I am. But why am I to save you all? Who are you all?

We are the planets inhabitants. We are no longer protected without you to guide us. We are but pawns into his hands. We used to know what it was to speak freely, to have lives we could be proud to live. No more can we live as long as we are in his shadow. Again I ask of you, Who are you?

I am Algus Dimitri Wolfbane, The True King of Sigmar, The Silver Wolf... and the Bloody Reaper.