Motaro was sitting near the camp fire, drinking his beer, listening to the happiness of his crew and army while thinking about his past, the flicker of fire in the air, turning into his childhood memory... The last day of his normal life...

  "this burden I carry for my whole family is always with me, I can't get rid of it, no matter what I do or what I try... I have to admire and accept it one day, it's been more than thousand year after that event... And I'm still haunted by it... I need to remind myself the full picture, once my revenge is fulfilled, I can be whoever I want to be..."

  Motaro's father : motaro, your hits are weak, if you have no magic, you need strength!

  Young motaro : sorry father, I'll make them stronger. (he said while his hands were bleeding out of sheer training)

  Motaro's father : good, do your best.

  "My father left me in the plain near our village to train other centaur with magic in our village, leaving me alone..."

  "After hours of training, I was exhausted, my hands were bleeding and I was getting back home, my village, was full of old oak wood houses, with every house, lively and funny, centaur kids playing around, smell of different foods and fresh fruits was always in the air, but most importantly, the sweet smell of the cake my mother was baking for me, getting my head away from the whispers of all the village telling themselves that I'm a disgrace for centaurs without a magic, always boiling my blood..."

  Motaro's mother shouted : hello motarooo!! My dear son!

  Young motaro : mom! ahahaha! (he jumped and hugged his mother)

  She gave him a kiss in forehead

  Young motaro : don't kiss me like that! I'm a grown man! (he laughed)

  Motaro's mother laughed : sure you are my little hero! Look what mom made for you!

  Young motaro : my favorite cake!!!

  Motaro's mother responded with happiness : yesss!

  Young motaro : where is father? (he curiously asked)

  He is training with other students he had. You know he is one of the clan's elders so he has a lot of work to do. (his mother shrugged her shoulders)

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  Young motaro : yeah... And he is a tough teacher aswell (he looked at his wounded hands)

  "I remember that day clearly... The last day I met my mother..."

  "Tomorrow, I went to train and break the mountain with my fists alone, my mother always believed me, in a world that everyone rely on magic, I should rely on strength, and beat my way up, as a centaur, I was a shame for my family with no magic, but my mother still loved me, and my father also helped me in my path toward strength, I loved them both... But my power wasn't enough to protect them..."

  Young motaro : I'm heading out to train mother! Take care of yourself!!

  Motaro's mother : sure, you too my little hero!

  (as young motaro leaved the village to create a cave with his bare hands in the mountain, to prove his strength to his father, a heavy rain was gathering in the air, a symbol of the massacre...

  Sound of thunder and rain had the whole village and nearby mountains shaking. Not only that, the mist was taking all over the view of motaro and his path.)

  Young motaro : awh... what a bad time for rain, guess I'll have to wait in my own cave for returning to the village.

  "what a fool I was... That rain wasn't an actual rain... It was the power of his magic... His sheer strength in magic alone, could change the environment..."

  "after the storm was at it's near end, I went back to the village... Only to witness it burnt and slaughtered...

  I was at the entrance, heard the words of those who attacked the village, I hid behind a huge rock, witnessing a pressuring presence of a shadow, it was a humanoid/draconic monster, ripping one of the centaur's throat... I heard his cry... I was afraid, for the first and last time in my life... I was afraid of dying... I tried my best to not even breath and cry. I listened to their words after the slaughter"

  Darkness dragon : you are sure that every centaur in the village is slaughtered?

  Mysterious voice : we are certain, darkness dragon.

  Darkness dragon : good, you've already checked twice, so I don't bother myself. Time to leave this history to rot. No one will remember centaurs and their kind anymore...

  "Once they vanished into a black portal, I didn't hesitate, went straight to check the village..."

  Young motaro reached their house, and found his mother, wounded badly...

  Young motaro : mother! Mother! Talk to me please

  Motaro's mother : mo.. Motaro... You are safe... (blood spill out of mouth) I'm glad...

  Young motaro : don't think about me mother, you are the one who needs help!

  Motaro's mother : don't cry... It doesn't fit you... My dear hero... (she was crying, seeing motaro on that situation) I'm sorry, that you have to (blood spill out of mouth while coughing)... witness this...

  Young motaro desperately tried to remove the obstacles on his way, but it was already too late...

  Motaro's mother : before I... Leave you... On your own... Tell me... That we... Were... good parents... for you?

  Young motaro's heart exploded by her words, collapsing on his knees : you... were the best I could've ever asked for... (his tears fell down alongside the rain)

  Motaro's mother : I'm glad.. to... (before she could finish her words, her soul fluttered away from her body, her lifeless hand falling from her son's and her pupils, as lifeless as his village...)

  When his mother passed out, motaro was crying on her corpse, cursing those who attacked the village and took everything away from him, that, was the time he got the power of his third eye, "absolute supremacy", to not let him lose anyone who loves ever again... He swore to protect anyone who becomes his ally in his path, even at the cost of his life...

  "after that trauma, I made my move toward a vengeful future, wandering for ages... Until I met those 3... At age of 209, 9 years after that event... I was accepted in a new world and family, they were funny, brutal and really caring people... The fact that all of them had leaved their own family by choice and found each other made it even more funny to me as they were calling each other brothers but none of them were blood related... All of a sudden, I found myself in a new family, we conquered cities by our own, gathered armies, helped many people, yet we find ourselves wanderers in the sahara still... This night, I will always remember, as a sign of my pride, and my brotherhood with all my past, present and future..."

  Hebilon put his hand on his shoulder, brining him back from memories to the present.

  Hebilon : you are still thinking of that day?

  Motaro : this is a past, I can never leave behind, until my revenge, is fulfilled...

  Hebilon : we made a promise, and we will fulfill it together. You are not alone in your path to revenge.

  Hebilon smiled : Me, and our crew, we all are here to help you. Abyss and that dragon, will fall before us.

  Motaro drank the rest of his beer, looking at the bright stars of the infinite galaxies in sky.