They couldn't believe what was found, in this desert and mountainous terrain. A rather hostile environment, for those able to handle it. Those strong and sturdy. Not meant for the weak and feeble. Yet, this, what was found managed to survive out here. There was no one around for miles and miles. It was quite peculiar, made sense to be suspicious and weary. Still, it would also be considered cruel to leave it like this. With no other choice and hoping to be making the right one. Take it with them. Back to their city. Giving it rest, till their leader came to see of this...finding.

Upon laying eyes on them, the leader was shocked. Never had they seen something or someone like this. Unsure what to make of it, there was no threatening scent or deception. Nothing to fear. Still, that didn't weaver their doubts about what to do? Where they'd come from? So many questions, with no answers. Feeling the eyes of their subordinates on them, awaiting their finally decision. Their mind racing with what to do, hear the faintest of whispers. They quickly came to their choice.

Feed it. Tend to it. Watch it.

It would remain here. In their sight. Until otherwise. That was their choice.

A single red ball rolled across the dessert sands, remaining still. Basking under the sun's rays. Alone. Until two covered arms come down, to retrieve it. Remove it from its brief loneliness. Dusting it off carefully, their eyes carefully inspecting it, for anything wrong. Relieved and happy seeing there was no harm done. When something in the horizon catches their attention. Casting their eyes across the empty desert. See nothing, except sand, sand and all the desert offered. Peaking with curiosity and yearning, step towards the strange calling. Their sandal covered feet take a few more steps, gearing up to run.

"No!"

A firm hand grabs them, pulling them back. Catching them before they sprung off."What are you doing?! You know, you are not suppose to be out of the city."They chide."You know very well, the rules! Come." Taking them by their hand, pull them back into the city.

Fear rushed through them, as they stood before the leader of the city. Trembling slightly, for their misdeed, they had done. Cling to their red ball for comfort. Looking up at them pleading with their eyes and expressing how sorry they where. For disobeying. Tears begin to fall, before any word had been said.

A sigh left the leader's lips, their stare soften upon them. Extend a welcoming hand to them and gently places it upon their head. Patting it affectionately. In the most the tender voice speak.

"You know you are not to go out of the city walls."They said, expressing their mellowing frustration and protectiveness."Don't you?"

They slowly nod their head. Understanding quite well."Y-Yes..."muttering a response.

"Then, why did you go?"

They shrug their shoulder's, twiddling their thumbs."I-I don't know...I..I just..my ball..it rolled out and...I went to get it. I was going to come back. I just wanted to see..to see what was over...I heard something!"

"You heard something? Like what?"

They weren't sure themselves."I don't know."Confused.

It was just their imagination, sighing, the leader sits back. "You and your imagination."

"I did! I did hear something!"Hurt the leader did not believe them. Raising their voice.

"..."To calm and sooth them, the leader plays along."What did you hear? What did this voice say? What did it sound like?"

They pause and quickly turn pale as a ghost."...I-It was a scary voice...It was really bad."

"Bad? How?"

They just shrug their shoulders."I don't know."

Under watchful eyes, they watch their sprout, who no longer was a sprout, get knocked down yet again. Harder than the last time. By one of the trainers. Who froze in fear, they had actually done damage. They watch steadily as they rise. Dusting themselves off, rubbing their sore arm. Flinching from the pain, put on a smile. Ready to go again. Charge their trainer, to get knocked back again. Again and again.

Proud of their tenacity and resilience, credited by them. No doubt. Something they secretly regret having instilled in them. Watch their sprout get knocked down again and again down in the arena below. Which was empty, no crowds or fights at this time. That would be later. Which gave the time of training. Which just wasn't going well.

"...They grow so fast. Don't they?" The leader speaks aloud. Pain and heartache in his words."Hard to believe just...awhile ago, how little they were. Now look at them. Grown."

A small smile spreads across their lips, their yellow eyes soften in reminiscing of warm memories.

"Would you tell them?"

A long pause before answering."...They have will always be part of this city. They are mine. I raised them." Avoid answering the question.

Which was quite clear of their answer. Their emotions clouded their rational thinking. Looking back at the young one down below in the The Pit, get knocked back down again. To quickly get up and charge again, this time learning from their last attack and managing to maneuver out the way, and come around landing their attack. Surprised and proud at their accomplishment. Jump with joy. Turn around towards the leader, beaming with confidence and hoping they made them proud. Await their praise.

Which was hesitantly given. But, given none the less. Raising their hands give a powerful applaud of approval.

There was a unruly disturbance that upset the spirits. Mumm-Ra could feel it. It was quite a surprise to the un-dead lord. It was faint and slightly unfamiliar. Could it be? He wondered. No. It couldn't be. It was impossible. He'd know. They'd been separated from this plane of existence for some time now. He felt it through his rotting core. Even felt them, when they departed.

Cursing them spitefully for escaping this grasp and clutches. He did not give them the right to leave. They had no right to control their fate. He was their master and shall always be. He decided when their end was at an end. As he did all those centuries ago. Having been given a second chance of being their controller. He made them! They where his propriety! And his alone! Sneering at the thought, needed to be sure.

Using the Well of Souls cast his dark magic to make seen, what was trying to hide. It begin to fade in and make itself clear and known. When he was suddenly attacked by a prevention. Shocking him. There was a a protection? It was strong, but, also weak. Angered now, at what denied him what was rightfully his. Lashes out in anger, to be meet with the same attack. This time stronger than before. The first one being a warning. This one a threat. Looking at his charred and burnt hands. Mumm-Ra hollers in rage, forming into a cruel and sadistic gleeful smile.

It was perfect, this was just perfect. What they believed to be safe, would work for him. How stupid. How utterly stupid of them. Mumm-Ra knew this would work out in his favor. He would still claim what was his. He would inflict his 'love' and 'tender' care upon them. For this disobedience. There was no where they'd go, he could not reach. He'd find them.

And destroy them, again.

Hello everyone, I know I said the story was completed. But, I though it would be great to start it back again. So hope you enjoyed this chapter. And happy to have it back. :)