The Saviors : Wrath Of The Sabers

The Blue Eagle Arrives

They were greatly saddened by the death of dear Ol' Bucket but with time, they got over it. A year passed and they travelled by feet from one state to another, covering at least ten miles per day. They had crossed a country by this time and learned a little more about the humans.

In some places, they were welcomed greatly, sometimes even getting shelter from the humans; in other places, the people loathed them however,  for some reason unknown to them.

These places, where the mutants were hated, were mostly destroyed or in ruins, wasting away as if some battle had been fought.

The company crossed yet another  country, entering a new one. This country felt rather weird to Creator and Roselle, one of Creator's childhood friends and his secret love. He had not told her about his feelings for her as he wanted to wait for the perfect time, but the time never seemed to come.

Her background was unknown to all but Creator, who had never told anyone a single word about it. She had beautiful features, but her ability was shape-shifting and she tried to adapt to however Creator liked her, as she too had some feelings for him.

She had pinkish-green eyes and her hair was the darkest thing one could see, as if it absorbs all light. She liked to sing, yet her singing was unpleasant to many, breaking her will to sing.

We travel through the roads so quiet,
The weather so cold the sun so bright,
The EVIL cower at our sight,
They fear our power and our might.
Fight us, you EVIL monsters!

Come face us if you dare,
Even if you're armed and our hands bare,
The young and weak, you may scare,
But not us, oh EVIL monsters!

"That's a beautiful voice you've got there, miss," out came the voice of a young man, which surprised Roselle and the others as well. "But those EVIL monsters of yours took your song a bit too seriously."

They all turned towards the voice's direction to see a man in blue, skintight clothes walking backwards out of a light green hole in the air, a portal of sorts. The man's face was masked with a blue cloth as well, with a pointy, silver beak budging out of the mouth portion.

The beak part retracted upwards to the back of the man's head as he spoke, masking only the upper half of his face. The lower part of the mask later returned to its initial position so as to mask the whole face again after he finished speaking.

Thousands of questions started forming in Creator's mind (and probably even in the other mutants minds)  but he decided to save them for later as a few more monstrous figures crawled out of the portal following the man in blue. They stilled, taking in the sudden increase of potential enemies and waiting to pounce on him.

The beaked man held a weapon in his hands which shot out projectiles out of a barrel before the monsters could spring but it seemed to be doing only minor injuries to the monsters. (The mutants would later learn that the weapon was called a gun.)

Thus he threw down the weapon in frustration and took out another one and threw it. The weapon, which had a small spherical shape, disappeared in mid air, confusing the monsters and Creator himself. The beaked man wore a satisfied look on his face when he saw the reaction he caused.

The monsters stood still for a few more seconds, distracted and looking for the weapon in the sky, and when they couldn't find it, they started their attack. However, the moment they started charging at the man, their bodies froze and a chain made from rubber-like substance started forming around some of them.

"Ha! Your body gets trapped by Racorium. Made it myself. It takes a lot of strength to break through that, which you don't have," said the man in blue, the lower part of the mask contracting and retracting, masking his face again.

Creator made strong cages around the other monsters who had not been trapped.

"Thanks. I'm Skyhawk," he said, giving Creator his hand. Creator wasn't sure what to do with the hand but he figured it out soon enough and shook it.

Creator encouraged every mutant to introduce themselves to Skyhawk, who later removed this mask to reveal his face.

He was of average height; five foot five or five foot six. He had dark brown eyes, with a scar on his nose. His hair was dark as well. His ears were a little bigger than usual but it was nearly unnoticeable. At the sight of him, Joeret seemed to make a nearly inaudible sound but Skyhawk managed to hear it and he responded to her with a smile.

"My real name is Paul Adamson, and I'm a time traveller. I come from the future. I was originally planning to go even earlier in time to dispose of these monsters but I ended up in a different dimension and I am unsure of why or how. Then this portal opened and I'm thinking that this should be the right dimension. I am unsure of what is going on anymore. What year is it?" said Paul Anderson when someone asked him why he appeared here.

Paul was informed of the location and of the date. Creator even told him a little bit about Mutaforgia because his instinct told him to trust this new person.

"We could use a human in our team. We sort of just roam around the countries. It would to be easier to learn about the humans if we have one on our team. Would you join us?" Creator asked.

"I gladly would. I could probably even ease your teleportation. Meet my friend Aquila Magna, or the Large Eagle," said Skyhawk. As the name suggested, a humongous metal Eagle landed. "L.E. for short," he added.

Thus, the mutants received a new member on their team. They weren't very sure why but they all seemed to trust him.  Blame it on their gut feeling.

Another year of traveling in the L.E. led them to their old friends who told them of a truth that baffled the minds of many mutants. Creator was no longer a wanderer roaming about with no purpose. He had gained a purpose. To avenge his family.