Welcome, gang. This story will be sixteen chapters long. We learn the story of Antaeus, Balor is in danger of dying all that good stuff is here! Enjoy.

The Funeral of Autolycus

Autolycus was dead. The leader of the Guardians of the Tombs was dead and they had to choose a new leader. Present to the funeral were the ThunderCats. They looked at the funeral pyre, Autolycus' body had been badly burned and crushed it was hard for them to not stare.

Tears were going down Asaji's face. Her father had joined her mother now she was the last of her family.

Terag and Sothap both looked over at Rotherham. They were both thinking the same thing. They both saw a young idealist, the perfect leader. Autolycus' death had caused everyone to realize his flaws and how the younger Rotherham would make a better leader. Rotherham went back for Autolycus' body not wanting anyone or anything to desecrate it. He was quite the potential candidate for leader.

Gard sat upon a rock. He looked up at the stars and started to think. Sotark was free but that's not what he was thinking about. He was thinking about him, Zuvowang and Dalv. Three grey-skinned evabon going up against the only evabon to be considered a monster was something. Zuvowang himself was eager for the challenge thus was pounding a dead tree and Dalv was busy meditating while he thought about what to do.

Then Gard's thoughts turned to Balor. His young relative was hurt, badly. He had been hit by the Hunter's hammer so brutally that he could die. He didn't know what he could do all he could do is hope. Hope that Balor would live.

Balor's unconscious form lied inside a hut. A blanket was over him, not covering his head. Kit and Snarf looked down at him. Both had worried looks in their eyes. While Kat starred at Autolycus' on his funeral pyre, Kit sat next to the unconscious Balor. She worried about him. He meant a lot to her, not just to Gard. Balor couldn't die, he just couldn't.

No one noticed as sparkling red light floated into the valley. It moved towards the hut that Balor was in. While Kit had her eyes closed in prayer for Balor's wellbeing, Snarf alone saw the light. When it moved towards Balor's unconscious body, a sparkling grey light emerged from Balor's chest. As the two lights suddenly shot through the air, Snarf let out a surprised sound. Kit opened her eyes and looked at Snarf.

"Quiet, Snarf!" Snarf's ears went down as he looked at the directions the lights had gone in. What were they? Where were they going?

The lights stopped in a great amphitheater. At the top row of seats, the two lights turned into the transparent forms of two evabon. The grey one turned into Balor. Upon arriving and changing spiritual form, Balor shook his head. What had just happened?

Balor turned his head to look at the red light as it turned into Procyon. Procyon looked down at Balor. The younger evabon swallowed in fright. "Enjoying your out of body experience?" Balor's jaw was trembling. "Don't worry, we've got eight hours ahead of us. You don't need to worry 'bout death 'til sunrise nears. After sunrise you won't be able to return to your body, hopefully this won't take that long." Balor smiled. He was trying not to worry. "But if we were to go through the entire history lesson it would take us ten hours so I'll have to leave some things out."

"What are you talking about?" Procyon pointed at some nearby cliffs. The cliffs were made almost entirely out of clay and from the clay life-sized figure emerged made in the images of evabon. There were eighteen of them. Fifteen of them were in the form of men and three of them were in the form of women. "What is this?"

"As I told you, a history lesson!" Procyon placed a hand on Balor's shoulder. The two suddenly were standing in the front row before the round stage. Balor turned to look at where they had been standing. What was going on here? Procyon snapped his fingers and suddenly the dark amphitheater was lit by torches! Balor looked up at the clay figures and he recognized one of them.

"That one looks like Gard!" Procyon nodded. The one that looked like Gard changed in color. The grey clay turned a dark brown and the outlines of clothing, silver in color appeared on the figure. Balor starred at the figure. "… Antaeus?" Procyon nodded.

"The same." Procyon then placed a hand on Balor and sat down on a stone bench. Balor sat next to him. "This is something you have to learn. Gard, my brother, the one whose bloodline you are descended from, is the reincarnation of Antaeus. In a way, this can be called your heritage. Not in the literal sense but the spiritual sense."

"Can't I just read about him?" Procyon shook his head.

"No, history is written by the winners." Balor raised an eyebrow. "Now, enough of this and on with the show."

"What about my body?"

"No need to worry 'less someone or something causes grievous injury to it before sunrise."

"Isn't that—-"

"Yes, now pay attention." Procyon pointed at the stage. He crossed his arms and rested his right leg on his left knee.

Far away, deep in a forest at a pond sat the Hunter. The Hunter starred at his reflection. At a time he had been Lib, a Nomis. He had not been the mighty warrior he was now. He had been a peasant, a farmer. He had never enjoyed his work and so when he decided to kill a nomis of nobility that he had given hospitability to. He killed the nomis while he slept, too easy for Lib's taste but easy enough. When he did, he took the armor and the hammer that belonged to the nomis he had killed. With this hammer Lib could live his dream of bringing glory to his race by killing all sentient beings that were not nomis, become a hero. Lib died and the Hunter was born, turning his eye to the most numerous race on the third earth he began his crusade by hunting the evabon!

The Hunter starred at his reflection to the eyes of those demons he was the monster! All non-nomis were monsters! He would destroy them all! He was the most virtuous of his perfect race! He would rid third earth of those stains on its surface. He was hero! The greatest of all of them!

The Hunter held up his hammer and looked at it. He had not slain Gard he would rectify that mistake. But that child! He had to know if he had killed the child! If the child still lived then he would crush the child's skull with his hammer. After that he would kill that old evabon that survived an encounter with him.

No prey escaped the Hunter. He would return to the valley and kill all there. He would stuff the grey skins and just skin the rest.