"Should I die,

I want you to burn my body

Spread my ashes through the winds

Speak not again of my name

Nor try to remember me again

Who am I, what am I

For I am just a lone wolf

Who one day shall be forgotten"

It has been five years, and I still remember those word. Those words were his last words to me. Those were the words of a good man. An outcast, a forgotten hero,a martyr, an unnamed legend, a friends, and a brother. My name is Seta, and I shall tell you the story of one man who decided to put his fate to what he is. The lonewolf, the protector from the shadows, the watcher, the judge, the outcast, Zen Aku.