Torn walkd slowly around the city, which was quite dead, although that wasn't suprising as it was the middle of the night.
Torn sat down against a wall, and thought about what had happened.
He was on his home planet, Anacrean, and he was trying to translocate to the other side of the continent he was on, but for some reason he ended up in the desert, on some planet he wasn't familiar with. Sometimes I curse that lightning, if it wasn't for that, I would still be home.
When Torn was in the army on his home planet, he had been struck repeatedly by lightning in a battle. Amazingly, he had survived the attack, but it temporarily warped his mind, and he went on a killing spree. He went crazy and started murdering his comrades as well as the enemy, and he lost many friends. Although Torn gained great powers from the strikes, like the ability to manipulate and control electricity, he still what happened in times like these. After he had regained his sanity, Torn had been banished from the army and his home city, even though his father, Usul, had once ruled and command the armies.
Torn snapped back to reality, he looked around to find the sun starting to rise and people starting to fill the streets. He stood up slowly, and started walking around, hoping he could find someone to help him.
As Torn walked around the city, he saw someone who looked like some sort of warrior. Torn went over to him. "Hey, do you know if there is anywhere I could spar with anyone, and train to get better?" "Erm, yeah, I believe there is a Dojo on the western sie of the Great Continent." "Ok, thanks very much." Torn said, and he nodded politely at the warrior and instantly disappeared, leaving a network of sparks in the shape of his body.