Viran looked around as the two children let him out of the forest and saw a sight that caused his eyes to widen in amazement. He knew his people were capable of waging war, conquering worlds and other things that he had no interest in. But what he saw caused his heart to stop for a moment. He had no idea they were capable of doing something like this. He had never seen this side of his people.

"Wow," was all the stunned alien could say.

The Valkorians that had arrived on earth had not developed weapons or genetically modified creatures of destruction. They had given their word on the subject after all. What they had developed were foods that Viran had never seen before yet they smelled amazing and somewhat familiar, rays of light that came from machines that caused flowers and grass and small shrubs to rapidly grow from where there seemed to be nothing. Small fruits and vegetables seemed to sprout from these shrubs quickly and were harvested by Valkorians who laughed and joked with one another as they placed the fruits and vegetables in containers that seemed to freeze them in other rays of light. But what astounded Viran the most was the works of art that he saw.

They were beautiful. 

Simply amazing

Viran slowly walked over towards a silvery work of art that seemed to shimmer and flow in on itself and Viran slowly brought his hand up to it and the art seemed to shimmer slightly as Viran's hand touched it. The work of art seemed to flow around his hand and reformed when he pulled his hand away.

"Do you like it?"

Viran didn't turn around but he could only say one word at the moment. He was almost transfixed by the work of art. "Yes."

"It was crafted by one of the few remaining artists after Genocide and Vengeance's takeover of the government and the purge of everything that didn't fuel their mad desire for conquest. He is here with us now, creating more works of art, creating whatever art his heart desires. We only managed to save a fraction, but they are here with us now. The artists of our world."

Viran turned around and saw another Valkorian looking at him. He smiled at Viran. "My name is Rikelis. And I am Second to Hisel, he who leads our people."

"I am Viran." Viran said simply as Rikelis's eye's widened. "You are Hisel's grandson!" He exclaimed in excitement. Other Valkorians began to gather around the two and they began talking to one another in hushed tones. Rikelis smiled. "Where is Hisel? Is the old man still at the mansion? He was going to speak with the other Titans as far as I know after checking with on you." Viran simply shook his head.

Rikelis's smiled faded. "He who leads our people is dead isn't he?" He asked softly. Viran nodded sadly. "He saved me from War. War was going to fire a blast of energy at me when I was still unconscious. Hisel intercepted the blast. One of my friends managed to drive him away but before he died Hisel told her everything. He told her of how they escaped the home-world and the circumstances of my birth, of how my father died in battle against the one who was known as War and is now known as Death. And I learned he was my Grandfather."

Tears formed in the eyes of many of the Valkorians as they heard of Hisel's passing. But Viran stood up in front of the ever growing mass of Valkorians.

"I promise you all, I will make sure that you will live in peace. I promise you that Death and War will be stopped. And I promise you all, that Hisel will rest easy knowing that the people he led here will live in peace!" He shouted as the Valkorians looked up at him and smiled and a few of them began cheering.

He held out his communicator to Rikelis but before he could do anything, he heard a repeating beep come from it and it began flashing red. "It's a distress call. It's coming from the base of the Sentinel's." He said in confusion. How had his communicator picked up the signal? A question for a later time, he decided.

"We are aware of the ones known as the Sentinels. Their base is quite far away. If you do intend to render aid would you like to use the trans-mat?" He asked. Viran was puzzled. "What is a trans-mat?"

"It allows transportation to any location within thirty miles of itself. That falls just within range of the Sentinel's base." Rikelis said as he led Viran over towards it. Viran stepped inside Rikelis began entering coordinates. "Stand by for transport." He said.

 "Be safe Viran." 

Viran smiled at him as a intense bright light filled the area and when it faded Viran was gone. 

[u][b]Sentinel's Base[/b][/u]

Viran reappeared in a blaze of light and looked around and quickly took in the surroundings. A machine that seemed to resemble the android know as 'Prime' was attacking the Sentinels and two of them seemed to be dead on the ground. Viran took a deep breath and let out a roar that echoed like thunder across the area.

"Prime! Leave them alone!" He roared. "There has been enough death today. Both here and elsewhere. You will leave now or I will take you apart piece by piece!" Viran snarled as he cracked his neck muscles and prepared to fight.

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