I smile. It's Adam. I look over to the van he is in again and my eyes meet the drivers. I smile at him and he shoots a glare at me. I turn back to the road. 'Wonder if that is a cepan or a member of the garde?' I ask myself. I adjust the rear view mirror so I see myself in it. Looking in it, I can see how much I look like a Mog. That blood replacement  stuff did horrors on my skin. Even after Adam healed me, you could still see the affects of it on me. My pale skin, slightly like Adams, has been gaining some of the olive it once was, but not truly. You could still see the dark blue veins on my neck and hands. I grip my knuckles tighter on the steering wheel, glancing at the tattoos on them. Every time I would resist or fight back, I would get a branding burned into my flesh. Whenever I completed a job correctly, they would tattoo Mogadorian words of empowerment, like alluring, magical hieroglyphics that kept me under their spell for all those years. I pull my sleeve over my hands to stop the reminders of what I did for them. If a Mogadorian solider was ever out of line, I would kill them. It was never me, it was them controlling me, although they are evil, not all of them are, and they are living beings too. I take a deep breath and keep driving. I stop at a light and I see Adam and Co. turn a different direction. I shake my head and clear my thoughts and keep driving to the hotel. I continue driving but when I get to a green light at a four way cross, the madness struck.

The car rammed into my side like a angry mountain goat and threw me onto the opposite road. The car tumbled over its side and crashed into a concrete building. I held on to the arm rests of the seats for dear life. The car crashed into the building just as I grab a Mog sword, a weak prototype, and break the glass to crawl out. I held the sword out in defensive position as my attackers came out of their van. The first two were dressed in all black, with hoods up and glasses on. My brain screamed, DANGER! RUN! So I listened to my head and ran. Somehow I fumbled the sword into its sheath and sped away. I heard the slamming of doors and some shouts, but I could care less. Soon I ran into a wide alleyway. I was trapped. But I remembered, I have legacies, I am powerful, I Am A Warrior For Earth, and I am not going to be taken down by a group of Mogs. I pull out my sword again. It glows a steady earthen brown, like cracked clay mixed with the rich dark of soil. I ready my powers and I slip of my hood and flip my baseball cap around so the bill was at the back. I kept my hair up in it, but I am ready. I am ready to fight. I am ready to fight for earth. I am ready to fight for what is right! And I am ready to prove myself to Adam.