[BreakABone]

And since seem to be the only one in this thread. Part 2.

Zen sat in his room in deep mediation. His mind was still trying to wrap around the news. While heroes were falling like flies, the balance between good and evil remained in harmony. There were forces at work beyond his understanding for the balance should have changed drastically by now.

Though his mind was tearing itself apart with question, his body had a nice tingling sensation. As long as the balance remained in harmony, it meant that the heroes were not losing. It saddened him to lose so many friends and allies, but as long as the forces of good were able to continue the fight there was hope at the end of this dark tunnel.

When he could not stand being in his head any longer, he got up and stretched his legs. He was ready to practice for the day.
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Uber enjoyed the rush he got from racing down the snowy banks of the mountain. The sensation of the cool breeze against his face, the way his hair trailed behind him and the flood of sights as they popped in and out of view. It was indeed a joy that very few experienced.

As he reached the bottom of the mountain still going at full speed, he navigated his board towards a mini jump and flew gracefully into the air. While in the air, he pulled off several turns and skid along the land before finally landing in a tiny river.

He then paddled across the river and reached the other bank. It was one of the best ways to start his morning he found.

Ten minutes later, the joy that was just with him vanished. He was greeted by the face of the Dude and Alpha on the cover of his newspaper. He knew all too well what that might and had his fears confirmed when he opened to the first page. The Dude and Alpha were his mentors. They had trained him for years and he continued to team up with them as recent as a week ago.

He began to think of all the ifs. If he was with them, if he could have helped them, if they had gone to that other mission. If, if, if! None of it would bring them back.

He dropped the newspaper as he plopped down into his couch. He let out tears for his fallen mentors.
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"Lead with your left young master. Always try to keep your oppenent guessing." The words echoed in Seth's head as he sparred by himself. His mentor, Yoda, had always been a strict master but since the increase of death in the superhero community he had become worse.

Yoda had his own reason for becoming more strict. As he had trained many heroes in his days, it saddened him to see some of his former students fail. So with each death, he resolved to make sure none of his new pupils would meet the same faith. So as the casuality list grew, his expectations grew even higher.

Yoda had always taken a personal interest in Seth. Both because he showed a natural talent and an unawareness of his own abilities, and the fact Yoda knew the secret he hid. He would never tell him, but he always kept it in the back of his mind.

As Yoda watched Seth spare, he couldn't help but feel joy. As long as there were students as determined as him, there was hope in the world.
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Another day, another mission. This is what Bube thought as he reached the front door of his house. As he was looking for his key, he noticed out of the corner of his eye, his brother, Nighthawk, looking down at him. When he turned to wave to him, his brother was gone.

Bube had realized that his brother began to act stranger and stranger in recent years. He always had a feeling it traced back to that day he discovered his brother in the marketplace back room in a state of shock. Whenever, he attempted to question his brother about it, he always seemed to close up and become more distant.

As time went on, his reactions became more and more distant. Bube wanted to know, but never wanted to press the matter too hard.

When Bube finally reached him, he grabbed his newspaper and was ready to sit and read, but before he could the phone rang. They needed his assistance once again. Another day, another mission.
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Even though a bunch of people were introduced, there are some who haven't been properly introduced. I will put up a list of who I have where in the thread for everyone's input.

But for now, there is one more story which will be the backstory/starting point. and yeah it deals with one year ago.