There used to be a time when it was so simple. Just him, the wind and the open road. Freedom. Pure exhiliration. It was what he lived for. But then some madman showed up and started building robots. Enslaving animals. But even then, it was simple. Smash the robots, beat the madman. Nothing to it.

Then more people got caught up in the madman's plans. It wasn't just the two of them anymore. Now it was him, the madman and a little boy who wanted to help. Now he was responsible for that boy's life. Even then, it seemed so simple.

Soon the madman tried to convince people that he was good. Some people believed him. They fought on the madman's side. Including a very powerful rival. But they showed the rival the truth and he switched sides. Still simple, right?

Now the madman had taken to kidnapping. A young girl hopelessly in love. Waiting for her hero and she had been taken. The girl was rescued, but now he was responsible for her too. So many people trying to help. Not so simple anymore.

Now the madman summoned a god-like creature to fight on his side. The heroes gathered and fought, even though they were few. The creature was beaten, the madman retreating. Maybe not simple, but a clear objective.

Now the objective wasn't so clear. Neutral sides had come into play. A double agent joined the fight, and her partner fought blindly for the wrong team. Confusion amassed as the plot unraveled. The love-struck girl convinced one to switch sides, his partner doing so on her own. Definitely not simple.

Now the madman had been impersonated. His best robot had beaten him. But when the heroes beat the robot, the madman regained control. Too many factors in the fight now. Too many lives at stake.

When would things be simple again? Now he had to fix an entire planet. One that the madman had broken apart in a desperate bid for control. He managed it, but only with the help of a new friend. The madman's plans were getting more and more extravagent.

He longed for that open road once more. Where was the wind he once had at his beck and call? Now the madman had built an amusement park in space. There he siphoned energy from a captive alien race. The heroes, only him and the boy this time, beat the madman. The park was destroyed, the aliens freed.

Now, he looked at a long stretch of road. The wind picked up and he ran. He ran as fast as he could. Freedom. Pure exhiliration. This was what he lived for.

Maybe things weren't simple anymore. Maybe there were too many factors in the equation. Maybe there were three sides to a two-sided battle. But right now, he didn't care. He was running. After all that had happened, he was still running.

He was the wind, and the wind never stopped.