Zak Warren, a young man at the age of 22, was risking his life like countless others. The Shadow Kingdom had taken power, by force, and creating the once peaceful region of prosperity and unity, to a dictatorship where everyone had to watch their own backs and it was all ruled by a single man. Zak may haven't spent forever, but he spent the first 11 years of his life in this nice kingdom. 11 years had passed since the Shadow Kingdom took control. Half of Zak's life.
Kai, his partner, leaned agaist the wall. "Gren," Kai said coolly. Zak turned around and walked away from the balcony towards the Greninja. "I know. I need to stop dwelling in the past. Well okay, let's get to work," he said, before lifting his mask over his face. The duo leapt off the balcony into the forest below. They were scouts, for the rebellion, two among the group of many who wanted to restore the kingdom to it's rightful place. There was talk of the Shadow Kingdom, having a camp set up in this forest. Zak and Kai, either had to wipe it out, or extinguish the rumor.
Kai, his partner, leaned agaist the wall. "Gren," Kai said coolly. Zak turned around and walked away from the balcony towards the Greninja. "I know. I need to stop dwelling in the past. Well okay, let's get to work," he said, before lifting his mask over his face. The duo leapt off the balcony into the forest below. They were scouts, for the rebellion, two among the group of many who wanted to restore the kingdom to it's rightful place. There was talk of the Shadow Kingdom, having a camp set up in this forest. Zak and Kai, either had to wipe it out, or extinguish the rumor.