The planet is Seer, mostly desert, rains only come so often. A teenaged boy roams around the towns alley ways, looking to a wallet, while men shout about a thief close by. Hiding behind a water barrel, Boyd looks to the wallet and pulls out several cash paper dollars, each with different symbols for their numbered value.

"5,000 ginzeh." he sighs. He looks back out from the behind the barrel's side, the men have wandered off. He breath a sigh of relief, "thank goodness... he must have been a bounty hunter by the money he has on him."

Pulling out another wallet, more worn and cracked by the dust and time. Inside is a small picture, he takes it out and looks to a young woman, next to a younger boy. The long sleeve shirt, almost that of a sweater, and wool beanie, cover the black hair, and innocent looking face of the boy. They are obviously too big, but are considerably better as the woman's clothing is warn and patches riddle the dress she's wearing in several places. He quickly places the money back and drops the wallet behind the barrel and leaves it there. "Hopefully he'll find it."

Walking out he spots crowds of people surrounding the main square of the street, the wooden buildings of the town help block the wind on windy days, but looks more of a modern western, There are few horses around, and most prefer the new speeders that were recently developed. The hover crafts look like motorcycles with no wheels, most loved for the fact they could cover a lot of distance... and since they hover over the sands, the resistance and drag from the friction is a thing of the past. Most travelers have them. They are life savors, only needing to be refilled with a liquid that is combustible like oil. But is able to keep the engines and components clean from the dirt and grime. It is amazing, and so far only found on Seer.

Walking closer and through the crowd, Boyd comes to the front and looks to the center of the ring. Closest to him is an outlaw commonly known as "Big Jake".

In front of Big Jake, a silhouette of a stranger. Flat brim hat, his coat blows in the breeze tattered and worn, on his hip is a holster with a large pistol on it... a revolver. The stranger is silent as Big Jake kept spouting anger and curses to the interesting, yet, eerie figure.

The gruff voice of Big Jake calls out to a person in the crowd. "Count it!"

The shopkeeper in the crowd is both excited, and terrified. Big Jake is known as the "law" around this town. What ever he wants, he gets. Women, alcohol, money, it doesn't matter. He will get it, or he will kill who ever tries to stop him.

"O-o-one," The keeper stammers, "T-two..."

Big Jake starts to chuckle in a crude and determined laugh, the stranger remains quiet as soon the world starts to turn red. The wind picks up, but no dust starts to rise and thrash around. Jake starts to look around, now concerned about what is going on around him as the crowd starts to back up away from the two.  Silence falls over the town, nothing moves, and nothing makes a sound. Jake is starting to get very worried about what is happening. Soon a chime is heard. A large, ominous, and deep bell strikes a dark, bone chilling ring. Then the sound fades, not long after, before it is truly gone from their ears. Another bell tolls.

Jake soon understands as the man before him glares at him with deep, red, wisps for his eyes. Never has anyone seen Jake terrified, now he looks as if his heart is about to give out from terror. Both men ready themselves for what has to follow. The tension from anticipation is growing, no one dares to look away. After what seems like an eternity the last bell chimes. Jake pulls his pistol, a small semi-auto firing hand gun, and fires. They bullet hits the stranger but he does not seem phased. Boyd stares with immense interest as the town screams in terror. The blood trickling down the red leather long coat of the stranger is black, and looks almost akin to ink.

"Revenant!" Some one screams. 

They entire town frenzies, as they try to run and hide. Jake stands there terrified as the figure brings his hand down to his revolver and pulls it from its holster. Jake looks to him starting to scream as he keeps pulling the trigger firing more bullets from his gun and into the specter before him. The revenant walks forward as he loads one bullet into the chamber of the gun. Then he spins the chamber and pulls back the hammer. Where it will strike is anyone's guess. Jake is out of bullets as he tries to crawl away. A black, ink hand is raised from the figure and it sends long quills from it's palm hitting jakes leg pinning him to the ground. Screaming from the pain, Jake looks up to the figure looming over him, now pointing his revolver down to Jake's head. He reaches into his coat with his free hand and pulls out a sheet of paper. A young girl is on it. Written underneath is the bounty for her killer. Jake's eyes glare with a pitiful terror. It is obvious he knew the girl, and he is the killer. The figure pulls the trigger as Jake screams.

*click*

Jake looks to the figure and then starts to look in a twisted relief, his giggling reminds Boyd of a mad man breathing a sigh of relief that his terror and nightmare is over.... until the smile goes away as the figure pulls out another sheet of paper. This time two young adult males were on the picture. Brothers, twins by the way they looked exactly alike on another. Again a bounty poster for the killer. Once more the hammer is pulled back, and Jake starts to get the nervous sweat again. The stranger, once more pulls the trigger, again the chamber is empty. Another paper is brought out. A man embracing his young wife, and infant daughter is on it. Again the bounty for the killer is given. He pulls back the hammer, as Jake stares waiting and watching as the figure pulls the trigger, once again, only a click of the gun is heard of another empty chamber. Jake starts to laugh, he is relieved that he survived the ordeal. Until the stranger points to the mother, and pulls back the hammer, he pulls the trigger again, empty.

"Just kill me, if your going to do it then lets get it over with!" He is on the verge of tears as he whimpers in pain and cries in fear.

The stranger points to the infant, pulls back the hammer, again the chimes of the bell are heard. Boyd feels in his gut this is the one, and that the stranger knew it.

Jake starts to yell again, tears all over his face, his skin red with stress and torment. "Do it! I don't care anymore! Stop with this bullshit and just kill me!"

The stranger pulls the trigger and this time it fires. The crack of the shot is louder than thunder, and the ball ripped through Jake slamming his corpse back onto the ground, he lays there as the world returns to normal and the stranger starts to walk away. Boyd comes out and looks to him, "Wait!"

The ink form of the man turns to him. Boyd presses on, "Why did you torment him like that? Why not kill him out right?"

The stranger looks to him as the ink slowly gives way to reveal a lower half of the cursed yet pale face, "You die, how you kill." He speaks in a harsh tone, "revenge given by the revenant."

The ink moves away more to reveal more of his face, an eye, a dark purple iris with a cold stare as it turns away, The stranger starts walking off and a small glimpse of white hair moves in the breeze of his pace as the ink retreats down into the coat. Both are never seen in seer.

Boyd stares after him, "where have I seen that eye color? And the hair color isn't native as well."

Shrugging he moves back home and walks in, exhausted by the days events he walks in and flops down on a small couch as a young woman, looking in her late twenties, walks in, wearing a dirty apron over a light blue dress. Her deep brown eyes spot Boyd and she smiles. "Welcome home little brother!"

Boyd looks back to her, "Martha, your supposed to be in bed! The doctor said you needed rest!"

She giggles, "don't worry about me, I feel well enough to make supper. It's your favorite."

Looking to his sister, Boyd smiles. Martha has been ill with a hard fought disease, it made her weak. Bed ridden most days, but there are the shining moments that show she is still as beautiful and full of life as the next day. Getting up he walks over to a portrait, on it is a young male, staring from a throne with a sword holding up one hand, the uniform is that of a military officer, but the decorations shows royalty by designation. It is black with a white undershirt, a red belt is around the waist and moving from the left shoulder down to the right side. Several medals and decorative ropes are attached. But Boyd stares at the hair and eyes, the iris' of the male in the painting is purple, and the hair is snowy white.  

"Hey sis?" Boyd calls.

"Yes?" the reply from the kitchen comes.

"Who is the in the portrait?" he asks.

She walks out and sees the painting and gives a slight sigh, "That is Prince Ahkula of Dahzu, the world that controls our universe with the aid of their royal families heir loom, a beautiful stone. I would have loved for a chance to meet him. They say he was much loved by his people, and that of they galaxy."

"Why can't you?" Boyd asks. "Did something happen?"

She looks to him a bit saddened, "the poor prince was murdered, it was several decades ago."

Boyd looks back to the portrait and then remembers the eye of the "revenant", purple like the prince, and his hair... only a small part is all he could see but there is no mistaking that it was white.

"No. It can't be."

Hey guys and gals. Thanks again for bearing with me and the slow update. I wanted to start off 2018 with a good note, but I got sick from what was going around earlier this year. I could barely talk and think, let alone write. But I'm back. I feel better and I can't wait to get into the next chapter. Where this won't be a daily think, I will try to put out a chapter every two or three days. Thank you all again, and please leave what you thought in the comments. It does help with coming up with ideas. Again thanks to Evening_Fire477 for getting me to start this book, and I want to thank you all for reading it. Seriously thank you so much! Again sorry for the tardiness, but I hope you understand, I wasn't really up for it thanks to the illness I contracted. Thank you all again, and I will see you all later!