[center][h3][color=lightblue][u]    < CEDRO >    [/u][/color][/h3][/center]

Awake... awoken... waking... sleep... asleep... sleeping... what was it all? A broken mind wandering down its manny paths... asleep is what he was... but now waking? Yes thats what it was... he was woken, waking, awake now. How long did he sleep? Had he slept? Had he dreamed? Was this a dream? Was he still asleep? Who was he even... Cedro. He was Cedro that... that he knew. A hand drifted up to his wide brimmed hatt, feeling the worn material between two fingers... it was his hand... his hat was still there. Next it drifted to his necklace, his pendant... it was warm.... it felt nice. A crooked smile found a place on his worn features as he felt the warmth spreading through his body... a womans voice.

It echoed in his mind once more... a memory? A dream? A hope? No... a reality. He looked up to the woman. Her voice... it washed over him like the cold... like the heat... what was it like? She spoke and he heard but it drifted away even as he grasped at the strands... Hero? Training program? ... what was this place of shapes and green? A shape that moved... she called out for help... help... helped... helping...  he must help! Suddenly he felt it, the weight of the club in his hand, the length of metal sturdy and heavy as it pulled at his arm. He nodded, looked to his adversary and charged. Waste not time, waste not strength he tought. He hefted the club in his hand and brought it down with great force, aimed at the figure's 'head' as it were, intent on obliterating it... destroy... destorying... destroyed... obliterate... obliterating... obliterated...