Smoke permeated the air with the smell of burned flesh as he looked around in horror. Everything he knew, everyone he'd held close…dead. All were dead. But why? Who did this to them? And why was everything in such ruin and decay? What sort of being, or group of beings, could've possibly caused this much destruction? As he turned to look all around him, Vakama began to feel a sense of dread.

"M…my city…it's…it's all gone…but…why? What happened? Did…Did I fail them all?" He wasn't expecting to get an answer.

"No, Vakama…this is not your doing. This is the results of the Makuta's actions." Blinking, Vakama turned to see who had spoken, finding himself looking at a tall, robed and hooded figure. Unable to come up with anything better to say, Vakama asked.

"Who are you? And what happened here?" The figure sighed as she moved closer, each foot-fall silent, and her robe blurring her footprints in the ashes that layered the scorched ground.

"My name is not important, Vakama. What you should be worrying about is this." As she said 'this', she made a motion with her hand to indicate the ruined city around them. "And how you should stop it from coming to pass."

"How? How can I make it stop?" Vakama pleaded, ready to beg if he had to as long as he could get the answer. "How do I save everyone from this?" The figure sighed.

"You do not fully understand yet, Vakama…you will learn in time what you must do. Bear in mind, that this is a vision of what may come in the future, and that only you, and your companions, can stop it. Do not let this happen to them." Vakama was puzzled a little by this, but as he turned to look around, his red eyes soon fell upon the sight of six figures in the distance. Not knowing why, he felt drawn to investigate this, and with every step he took, a new feeling of dread welled up within him. Those six people were looking more and more familiar as he moved closer, and it wasn't long before he realized, to his horror, just who they were.

The closest to him was a young man who appeared to be in his early twenties. His hair was as white as snow, his eyes icy blue, and his expression was frozen in one of shock, as though someone had just successfully jumped out and startled him. His snowy white jacket was stuck in a billowing motion, as though caught in a gust of wind, and then trapped in that position. Vakama could barely find the words to say as he looked this young man over. Shakily, he looked to the next.

This was a boy around fifteen years of age. His hair was wild and as green as grass in the spring time, just after a fresh dousing of rain. His expression was one of panic, his wild, yellow eyes showing fear as he stared unblinkingly on towards whatever had done this to him, whenever that had been. His white and light green wings were spread out somewhat, the feathers splayed and seeming to show that their owner had been about to try and fly away.

The third in this row was a boy around sixteen, his hair messy and jet black, and his eyes a rich, emerald green. He bore an expression of sheer disbelief, and seemed as though he had just been about to brace himself for some sort of blow that would've been sure to send him careening backwards into whatever may have once been behind him. Worry was etched on his unmoving face, his mouth open slightly, and showing that several of his teeth had been chipped during the battle.

Fourth of the six, was another fifteen year old boy, though unlike the first, his hair was light brown. His expression was one of utter terror, his deep blue eyes capturing every aspect of the fear he had been feeling at the time of this particular incident's happening. His cowboy hat was barely even on his head as the boy appeared to have been trapped mid-stagger, his arms up in the air to try and shield his face from whatever was coming down on him.

However, none of these four had disturbed Vakama quite so much as what he saw beside them. The last two figures had by far disturbed him more than any others.

The first that his gaze fell to was that of a girl around nineteen years of age. Her face was frozen in a look of intense sorrow and fear as she looked down at the other figure. Her light blue hair was blown about wildly, and trickles of blood were plain as day on her arms. She was kneeling, presently, tears frozen on her face as she held the sixth figure close to her.

The sixth figure was Vakama. He too was frozen in time, an expression of eternal pain and suffering on his face as he stared weakly and blearily up into the eyes of the girl. Blood spattered his entire frame, and there was no hiding the many stab wounds in his chest and lower torso areas. It was clear that he was on death's door, but…what'd done it?

As Vakama stared at the six figures in horror, the woman who had been speaking to him spoke again.

"This is what you have to stop, Vakama. Find your team-mates…bring them together once more. Find the Successors." Vakama blinked and looked at her curiously.

"Successors? What do you mean?" However, the woman simply began fading away in a cloud of light blue mist. Everything around him was growing darker by the second, and the woman's last words continued to ring through his mind as everything went black…