Nathaniel:

Ames is crying. I don't know what to do. Why is he crying? He never cries. He is proud, bold, narcissistic, determined. Not pitiful and sad.

"One." Luke says.

I step forward. My head sends out a pain signal, again I feel the heat of fire. But I have to make my family proud. I can not let this shot go to waist.

I kept remembering my siblings walk about a wall. Why would they need a physical wall to fall down? It didn't make any sense.

"Two." Ames whines.

What was he talking about? Losing another brother? I count through my siblings. Everyone is alive. The only one in my family who has died is my father.

I know he is not a sibling. He is a dad. Why doesn't anything become clear to me? It like I have a wall in my mind.

"Three." Luke states.

Why does each number have such a long space? Am I nervous? This is my first duel. It seams like the span of second is spread out over days in my mind like fire in a dry forest.

The thought of fire pierces my soul, this time I see figures in the flames. But I continue stepping on, I can not throw away my only shot in making Azun proud, I can not wait to tell him about this once I get back.

I know my father has his eyes on me, watching me from beyond the grave.

"Four." Ames cries harder.

The article that Dustan gave me rests in my hands. I wiggle it away from my fingers just enough so I can read it. It reads of a suicide. Why would Dustan give me this? I read about the details of this kid jumping off the bridge that is only ten minutes away from where I stand. I move my hand so I can read the heading. It reads: Suicide of Azun Watcher Zodiac.

My heart falls, I drop the paper, that fire burns in my mind, I can see the faces of the victims now, I recognize those faces, I know those people.

"Five." Luke boldly declares.

Why did Azun write? The article says he was a lawyer, he wrote a lot before Ames kicked him out of his job. Dustan told me he wrote day and night, he wrote like there was no tomorrow, he wrote like he needed it more then he needed oxygen.

Azun wrote books, he wrote his story, for me. Azun knew he was going to die and he would never see me again. Those books are for me. It's my fault my brother is dead. I wasn't around and he felt like life was not worth living.

"Six." Ames clenches his jaw.

Just you wait. Mike and Luke made Azun feel like he was unwanted, Ames destroyed my brother's career. They all pushed him off the edge of that bridge. They caused my brother to commit suicide. It is their fault I am never got to see him again. They were the final piece of hay that broke his back.

"Seven." Luke's tongue snapped.

Just you wait till we hit ten Mike. I remember my friends. Alvin, Magistrate, Uriah, Glow, Skadi, Vector, and Stinger. I remember everything we did, everything Stinger and I did. I can see them up in heaven. I remember Luke messing with my mind, he made me forget them.

"Eight." Ames had stoped crying.

I see them all on the other side. They are beckoning me to join them in heaven. It would be so easy, I would have to aim at the ground by my feet.

"Nine." Luke stated.

Just you wait, one more number, one more step, one more bullet. Azun, what else did they do? What have they been doing? How long have I been gone? What do they plan on doing? They can not be in charge of this planet, they will never be in charge. My finger is ready on the trigger. I remember Stinger's song to me just before she died. Your Soren. I'm burning.

She was right, she did burn in the end. But Soren? Just wait a moment...

"Ten!" They both shout.

"I am Soren Sagittarius!" I declare to the world. I had found my new name, a name that meant something to me. Nathaniel is dead, with these memories, Nathaniel never even existed since I had been back.

I finally understood everything.

They all killed Azun.
Luke covered my mind with a wall to keep the truth from me.
He made me watch my friends die.
My wife, Stinger is burnt to ashes.
She is gone.
Everything is Luke's fault.

And Luke's best friend is Mike.

I turn and shoot my shot, aiming lower then his eyes, summoning all the courage I require from the pain of the memories I had felt in the last ten seconds. The bullet leave the gun. Just you all wait, I am not going to throw away this shot. I will start a civil war if I have to.

That final shot of division was heard around the planet.