After Artik's humiliating defeat, he awoke in the desert, and after fighting off vultures, began wandering around, think aloud. "Gi, gloves, boots, belt, cape, turban, headband and Nyoibo." He smiled dully, his lips cracked from the blazing heat. He decided to leave the desert for a nearby wasteland. Artik saw it. That burnt patch of earth from five years ago. He passed it and the wasteland for West City and found a larger, more fresh crop of scorched ground. His academy. "Everything's been stripped away. A clean slate."
This lead Artik to a debate in his head. Would he have done anything different? Nah. A figure flew past and Artik caught up with it.
"Hey! Wait up!" They landed and Artik recognised the person. "Auron??" Artik blinked as his orange cat son nodded.
"How.. old are you?"
"Four."
"Err... right. Wanna go get some te... juice?"
"Kay!"
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"So," Artik sipped, "any idea where your mother is?"
"No. Or should I say, 'no, your highness'?" Auron giggled.
Artik had always been amazed at Auron's mental capabilites.
"Sorry dad, I gotta go. A bear's been terrorrising people.." And Auron flew off to save the day. Artik was proud.
Artik brushed sentiments aside and began training. Lifting weights to lifting cars to lifting the moon as Oozaru. But there was no resistance so it didn't do much. But it looked cool.
