When your past has become a closed door, look to those around you for support. When you are alone or with strangers, look to them. Go outside your norm to find yourself and to find what you have ultimately left behind.
This was their third planet. The runner had to give an exact name to the warrior, but the warrior was hesitant, despite his trust in the runner, who had now saved his life on two occasions, kept him sustained, and trained him to use a new weapon. The two journeyed through each world, blending with the people to get some place to stay and something to eat, but they only stayed for one day, if possible, to avoid the Wraith, who were still close behind them. The runner had at least informed the warrior of why he was so easily found. A chip was placed just behind his belly button just hours before his escape, and now a red light would beam through, a constant reminder of the danger they were in.
When the two entered their third planet, they were faced with a new problem, a group of war-like people who captured them, but the warrior was released and sent to fight the planet▓s enemy, a group of mean with more new weapons. But wait, there was a woman, tall and beautiful with dark skin much like that of the runner, but the rest were pale, very pale, like nothing the warrior had seen. And their weapons! They fired quickly, shattering the air like nothing the warriors had seen, but he was a fighter, it was in his blood, and he helped to capture the men when they cursed loudly and ran out of ammunition, throwing their hands up and throwing their now useless weapons at the small army. They were easily taken without much fight, and they were put in the same cage as the runner. The four new hostages were soon chatting, introducing themselves, but the runner was soon at the side of the bars begging for his release to save the lives of his captors. They had heard of the Wraith, and quickly made a deal, but the generous runner had another demand.
⌠Let them go with me or I will stay and watch you all die,■ the runner said sternly. The people thought on this, and all of them left the planet with the new people to a new home, which was the most different of all of the previous planets.
The warrior and the runner were immediately examined by doctors, a first-time experience for the warrior, who lived where no doctors existed. The runner was nervous, mostly because his last examination was done by the Wraith and ended with him running for his life. When this fact was discovered by the people of Atlantis, the runner was prepared for surgery, with his consent, and the chip was removed without complication. In response to this gratitude, the runner volunteered to fight for the people of Atlantis. The warrior, however, had no idea what he wanted to do. Battle had thrilled him once, and now running pleased him, despite the danger. The warrior now had running in his blood.
But the generous people of Atlantis were willing to let him stay. They were willing to provide for him sustenance and knowledge, more than even his general was willing to provide. Before the warrior made his decision, he received a lesson from the runner.
⌠You should consider the danger before you make such a decision. You and I appear to have changed places,■ he smirked. ⌠But runners have more to fear than Death. We must have trust in people that are spread throughout this galaxy, and having that trust deserted often breaks the man, or woman. Runners cannot love, only trust, and it shows in our nature and attitude, but it is there for a reason, and it is that instinct that keeps us alive.■
The warrior then had to make a decision, the toughest of his life, but he was at a crossroads with no street signs or arrows, at a place where the inner spirit could possibly rip in two.