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Beos -> Guardians of Fate (9/18/2012 1:17:55)
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Vaxal sat on the beach, his hand raised to the sky. He had been on the island for three months and he still hadn't regained his memories. All he had to go by was a name engraved into his armor. The island itself hadn't produced any clues either. There was no wreckage, no portals, nothing that could have pointed to a way on or off the island.
Vaxal sat up and watched the girl who was standing about twenty feet in front of him. She was a water ninja, about five and a half feet tall and clad in dark blue leather. Like him, she had arrived with her name etched into her armor. She also had no memories of her previous life, only the shattered remains of a mask.
Every evening she would go out to the beach and practice her ninjutsu. After four months of watching, Vaxal stood up and walked close to her. It had taken a while for them to get used to each other. When they had first spoken, she had tried to kill him. Over time they had developed a pretty good friendship. Little did Vaxal know that their new friensdship would be tested very soon.
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