*Do not post here* you will be farmed by Iwrite Co's finest warriors save the posts for the feedback thread thanks and enjoy the story. This is my returning story the first of as many as I can write. Pls enjoy it as much as I will enjoy writing it. Remember *Do Not post on this thread* Chapter 1 Deep in the rainforest there lives a man, he sits there silently, never moving, never doing anything but watching the swaying of the trees. But now a time in history has come where he must make his move, Mobilise himself for the good of others and change the world as we know it. This man is known by many names but only one has survived from the stories of old, the one he calls himself. He is the Viper. A man of mystery from the days of old, for the last thousand years he has been contempt to sit back and watch the world around him change, but he has learnt the errors and foolishness of his ways and must take a more active role then ever before. To set this world back to the way it should be. The way which the Viper commands. As mentioned before it has been many a year since the Viper has moved from his spot in the forest but today it would change and with it the future. Viper stood. His leg muscles, the size of a Aircraft Carrier, tensed for the first time in a millennia, and with that his whole consciousness was awoken. He was no longer a statue, but a being of great power. The power of the Gods of old. He looked around but everything had scattered leaving him in a barren hollow with none but the trees for company. Viper was not one to waste time, that was not the way he had become a hero. Viper strode out of the hollow, each step taking him more then a human could sprint in half an hour, or even more. There was no turning back from now. Once mobilised the Viper knew only one thing, to complete his task... Viper had no worldly possessions, save his clothes which he wore upon his back. He didn't trust the handiwork of humans for it was more often then not poor quality and very flimsy. Viper choose to take everything he needed from the abundance of the nature in the forest that for so long has surrounded him. His staff of knotted hawthorn was his most prized possession, it was almost as old as himself and had been around when needed in every situation, it had carried him during times of injury and helped him strike down countless foes to protect his family. His family however, were long dead, the mention of their names stirred anger in the Vipers heart. All the years of hardening his mind and body had no effect on the emotions brought back when he thought of his long dead children. And his long dead wife. Some nights he dreams of them so vividly that he feels that he can almost save them from the death they experienced all those years ago. The memories have disturbed his soul to a point where he no longer remembers the kindness of friends and loved ones. Only the hatred and anger linked to those who caused him to lose everything he loved. As Viper trudged toward the epicentre of human existence he pondered the fact of what he was about to do. He was about to save those who had taken everything he had, his wife, his children and his way of life. He paused, slowly his feet came to a stop. He stood their for hours thinking whether to save humanity or let it be, let it die. Why should he save them? They had taken everything from him, Left him alone, The last of his kind, who's only comfort was the memory of days gone by. But these memories had begun to fade... And Viper had lost the sense of being who he was. He was lost in a sea of emotions.