A scorpion frantically walks around the arid grounds of the Sahara, it's pincers clipping away eagerly to catch some prey. From the distance, the scorpion looks upon the great pyramids of Giza; history claiming that it was built in order to store great treasures as well as being the final resting place of Pharaohs. Nevertheless, it is indeed a wonder of the world.
The scorpion stops in its tracks as it gazes upon the massive structure only for the predator to turn at the sight of a shadow. It prepares itself as lifts its tail with great agility, only for the scorpion to be sliced in half in a blinding light.
The tall figure smiles upon the dead arachnid, pressing it against the sand with his foot as he walks towards the pyramid. His long silver hair flowed through the dry wind. His samurai-like sword gleamed a blinding light with every step. He continued to smile as he observed tourists taking photos of the Wonder of the world. He slowly lifted his hand high above his head and with the snap of his fingers, a loud thunder boomed.
The figure continued to walk toward the pyramid, passing the burnt corpses under the hot sun.
The Temple of Zeus, built to honor the Greek God. It's architecture was said to be great until its demise by the hands of earthquakes allowed the Earth itself to eat up what man had created. What remains are only huge chunks of the temple.
Various French archeologists were present under the sky as they were excavating whatever else they could find of the temple, the French succeeded in uncovering the Statue of Zeus, it was only a matter of time before they could find something else of great importance.
They searched and searched until one finally shouted "Look!" in his native tongue. His companions snapped their heads up to see what he found. The group looked upon at what he was pointing at, a large figure standing over the excavation site. He smiled as he waved at the group, only for the group to be lifted into the air and being dropped from over 100ft in the air over the sight of a blade.
YUKON TERRITORY, CANADA
The clouds have not been kind to the cold desert as it never shed sunlight upon the land. Various animals prefer the weather as they walk around the snow and ice, doing whatever they were doing.
A tall figure walked upon the cold wasteland as the snow melts beneath his feet, he wears the armor of a warrior and the need for heat, did not faze him at all.
Tourists walk upon the streets of Kyoto, observing the way of life of the Japanese. The people continue their day with glee, their hearts full of life. Various tourists take a stroll down to the museums where they witness the historical culture of the Japanese as they observe the Emperors of the past, the samurai as well as their weaponry.
A little boy looks walks around the museum with a bored expression on his face, evident that his parent forced him to go. He wanders around in search of a bathroom until something caught his eye; a samurai sword laying against the waist of a tall figure. He smiles as he runs towards the item. He stops and marvels at its clean condition, he lifts his arm as temptation reached his heart. The figure grabs the arm of the boy, the little one remains shocked as he observes the man smiling at him. A sharp pain is felt, he looks down to see as something warm was felt on his stomach, he looks up once again to see the long silver haired man smiling with glee.
NORTHERN LIGHTS, NORWAY
The sight of the northern lights are always a pleasure to see. Despite the cold weather, many people observe the magnificent lights do their dance in the sky, the colors and the smooth flow allows for anyone, even of a grumpy nature, to be smiling and find hope.
The people walk upon the snow outside their homes observing the lights, the parents tell the children to stay inside. Their faces express worry and the feeling is mutual in the small town. The lights were rather violent, shifting position such as a disturbed sleeper.
In the distance, the long silver haired warrior walks towards the small town as he looks at the strange phenomenon. He flashes his teeth as he laughs. Clutching his samurai-like sword as he speaks, his words are repeated into the minds of his duplicates.
"Beware Beware, for he has come."
The Rider looked at the mirror in his room, he inspected his left arm. There was only his plain light skin, no sign of the strange symbol he had witnessed from his past during the encounter with the little girl and from recent experiences. Alex looked closely; nothing. He turned away from the mirror and walked toward his bed where he sat down upon the firm mattress, and took out a tape recorder.
This is Alex Gray, this is my third memory in case something happens.
It was in Quebec City where I learned of an orphanage nearby. After eating in a soup kitchen as I did in every city I passed by, I went to the orphanage. They had no record of me, but what I did see at the corner of my eye was a little girl hiding behind a wall, only peeking out a bit. She was familiar, in fact, she was the girl from my vision. I walked towards her, but she ran off. I ran after her. It was there that she entered into an empty room. There were no windows and no sign of any habitation. She was facing the wall with her head down. I approached her and placed my hand on her shoulder. It was there that a strange symbol was glowing in my upper left arm and the little girl's hand was glowing as well. Her symbol different from mine. She turned and I removed my hand in that instance. She looked at me with a pair of innocent blue eyes. She then said, "I know what you want, but the answers will be revealed over time. You are the key, the protector. I've seen what's to come. Beware of the rival, beware of him." I looked at her with confusion, I asked what she was talking about. She said, "Go to the far east, your destiny is to protect. Do so." With that, the girl disappeared and the room began to grow silent. I had to go to the Far East, I apparently had a destiny to fulfill.
I'm with the Trinity, and I've been doing what she told me, protecting. And honestly, the job suites me well, I follow orders without hesitation. But recently, I've had her voice warning me about someone. I think its him. I don't know who he is or what he has to do with anything, but if it helps me find out who I am, then I'll take the chance.
Alex stopped the recorder and set it down beside him, he rubbed his face contemplating on what he just said, whether it was really the truth or just a statement for him to be secure.
ALL TRINITY MEMBERS REPORT TO THE BRIEFING CENTER AT ONCE
Debra's voice boomed through the sound system. The Rider got up from his bed and continued to the location Debra had commanded. He was at the hallway, just a few door away from the room, until his arm began to glow blue once more, the sharp pain pierced through his arm and rattled his head.
HE HAS COME!
The Rider broke out in sweat as he gasped for air, clutching his arm. He waited a few minutes until he entered the room, Alex remained in the back as he listened in on the briefing. There were various monitors displaying various events occurring at the same time, each one marked with a city: GIZA, OLYMPIA, KYOTO, YUKON, NORWAY.
Giza- the Monitor displayed a massive flood going onto the dry lands.
Olympia- An Earthquake that broke world records regarding its magnitude.
Kyoto- Storms that were unprecedented.
Yukon- Heat was now presented in the icy desert. Melting ice and causing floods and avalanches nearby.
Norway- The radical change in the sky.
Maya spoke as she explained the various phenomenon, but she soon pointed out the reason why she cared. Each screen had the same figure. A tall man with silver hair.
Alex ignored her words, he looked at each screen as his hands began to get sweaty. When he looked at Norway a dark voice echoed in his head.
The Rider slowly left as he walked out of the room, trying to be unnoticed by his teammates. And left for the Hangar Bay. He quickly collected his things and looked at the controls, remembering every movement his teammates had done to get it working. He left for the Northern Lights with Stryke beside him, but his head was echoing with the same words over and over, almost hypnotic.
Beware, beware, the little mountain sight.
Beware, beware, all it's might.
Beware, beware, they must unite.
Beware, Beware, there will be a fight.