On planet Soy's ruins, Theo Majestic and Boris Endman tried killing each other.

Because of the nearby green Strife, Theo was powerless at the moment. He wielded a Strife sword. The weapon was made from the same substance that rendered all Soynites powerless, but the blond-haired Soynite could use it to kill Boris.

Theo and Boris had known each other for a long time. The two Soynites had known each other for such a long time.

Green swords clashed against each other as Theo and Boris struggled.

As they remained armed with swords, they struggled to kill each other as Theo carried the intense urge to see Boris's body become lifeless.

The two Soynites took a step away from each other. They did not release their holds on their swords.

Warm light from Soy's sun reflected off the hard swords' green blades, but the sun would not give Theo any advantage.

It was the second of March. The year was 2011. It was March 2, 2011, and two former allies were now enemies. It was such an oddity. It was. And Theo's urge to ask Boris a certain question did not escape the man with the genes of the first Soynite flowing through him.

"Why did you join him, Boris?" Theo said.

His shoe bottoms stayed against planet Soy's gray dirt, which no longer housed the roots of trees. Grass and trees were not found on Soy. Not anymore.

Theo and Boris were on Soy. And they wielded green swords, just like how the brutal, unnatural-looking Freemans had wielded their own sharp swords yesterday.

Boris.

Theo had accepted to fight him in a one-on-one duel.

They had spoken the Soynite language to each other. Because he was a Pure who had developed the ability to understand and speak each language, Theo knew how to speak English, but Earth was a massive distance away from planet Soy. Planet Free was far from Soy as well, but that fact hadn't stopped the vicious Freemans from making their unwelcome advent to Soy the planet.

"I should ask you why you brought that Bloodhound here," Boris said.

He aimed his eyes at the woman, who held another important Soynite. A strong wind made the woman's brown hair ripple with no restraint. Theo narrowed his blue eyes as he kept them pointed at Boris's face.

A good Soynite wouldn't join the ruthless and diabolical person who was the reason why Soy had become the way it was now. Boris had allied himself with that ruthless person.

Boris Endman had made Theo's trust in him be destroyed.

Destroyed.

Theo was a good Soynite, sure, but Boris was not.

Soynites who sided with Theo's worst enemy were Soynites who had lost their right to keep on living. Slaying those terrible Soynites would be good. It would be good, and Theo was a person who had the power to kill Boris. The two Soynites had been friends with each other, but that was not what they were in the present time.

As white clouds drifted in the blue sky that contained no flying Soynites, Theo did not erase his intention to kill Boris.

"He's not my friend," Theo said. "His status as a friend of mine has been destroyed. That happened a long time ago. A very long time ago. You are aware of that."

Boris scoffed.

Then he furrowed his brow, as if he had a complex puzzle to piece together.

Theo tried to piece together why Boris was a fool.

"Speaking of that old friend of yours, I should make my own departure," Boris said. "If I spare your life, he can just kill you instead."

The former High dropped his Strife sword. He moved a hand into his pants pocket.

"I am going to use my Soynite teleportation stone," Boris said. "I will leave this place. You should do it as well. Be aware of this, though. I am never going to forgive you. When the time comes, you will be killed, Theo. You, your Bloodhound, and that child over there. All of you will be killed."

A brief moment went by, time passing as planet Soy remained as a place that no longer contained beauty.

"I doubt that," Theo said.

But Boris, Boris the former friend, was already gone. Just like the majority of the Soynite population.

The Soynite race had been nearly destroyed, but Theo had made sure that a certain group of his fellow people had escaped.

Hope was not gone.

MARCH 3, 2022

Jake Wayne and Peter Wayne had to attack.

The two male Soynites were in a forest in the American state that was known as Washington. Jake and Peter. Jake and Peter, well, lived in Seattle, Washington. They lived in a city they hadn't been born in. They did not live on a certain planet that was the home world of a certain dying race.

Soy.

Its status as a good place had become non-existent. That was true. Jake knew it to be the truth. Back on planet Soy, back on his own home planet, Jake had been forced to struggle to survive. He had been forced to try keeping death by Freeman warrior at bay.

Jake and Peter each wielded a Soynite laser pistol.

Their plan was to attack a Freeman base. Freeman people were far from the place they had come from. Much to the dismay of two certain Soynites, Freemans had traveled to Earth. They had established their bases on the planet.

It was no lie Jake Wayne and Peter Wayne were far from their home planet.

Planet Soy hadn't lacked great forests, beautiful jungles, and wonderful rivers. Of course, though, the cruel and terrible Freeman people had destroyed Soy's great forests, beautiful jungles, and wonderful rivers. Because of the warfare-loving enemies who had left planet Free to kill innocent Soynite people, the planet that was known as Soy did not even possess a single tree.

An attack that had been awful, horrible, and vicious had made its unwelcome and brutal advent on planet Soy, which was the place that Victor and Kara had come from. Those two Soynites had been born on planet Soy. That planet was their home planet.

Soy was no longer great. That planet had stopped being a great home planet.

The Watcher academy that Jake's Watcher, Peter Wayne, had graduated from had been destroyed. That place had been a great place, but that hadn't prevented the Freeman people from participating in its unfair destruction.

The Freemans, those diabolical, ruthless, and harsh aliens who had traveled away from planet Free, had brought unwanted agony, brutal bloodshed, and immense chaos to planet Soy. Jake had witnessed what the Freemans had done to his home planet, and Peter Wayne, too, had witnessed the vicious brutality of the horrible Freeman people.

Other Soynite people, other good Soynite people, had witnessed the cruelty of the Freeman race, which had caused more than enough trouble for the Soynite people millions of years ago.

Millions of years ago.

That was such a long time ago. Jake Wayne, who stood between a wide gap between two towering trees, hadn't even been alive millions of years ago. He did know that a certain person had transformed him into a High of planet Soy, and that person had been born millions of years ago.

The attack on planet Soy had occurred eleven years ago.

It was now the third of March. The year was 2022.

The sky above Jake and Peter was blue. It was blue and vast. Earth's sky and planet Soy's sky were two different skies. They were two different vast skies. And Earth was a different planet than Soy. The Soynite species was a different species than the human species.

Most Soynite people developed at least one Save in their lifetime.

Jake contained no Saves.

That meant the teenage boy had no powers. He had no powers at all. But those powers were important. They were not insignificant powers, and Jake was not ignorant to the awful truth that he had never possessed any Saves. The more Saves you had in your possession, the higher the chance you had to survive. In a massive universe that contained the terrible Freeman people, who aimed a huge amount of hatred at the members of the nearly extinct Soynite race, Jake intended on surviving for a long time. Surviving, like Saves, was important.

It was only natural for Jake to long for Saves.

Jake Wayne, whose original name was Cape Majestic, was a direct descendant of the great and powerful Hase Majestic, the first Soynite of all time. His power had been vast. That wonderful and beloved Soynite, that good and great Pure, had possessed every single Save in existence. Jake's dead and gone ancestor had led his people well, and it was Jake's own duty to do the same.

During his birth, which had happened more than ten years ago, Jake hadn't been a member of Soynite royalty. No, he had gained royalty membership during the horrible, brutal, death-bringing attack on his presently ruined home world.

"Peter, do you ever think about the others?" Jake said, the boy speaking as his Watcher remained in a standing position next to him.

The others.

They had shared the same living space as Jake and Peter. Jake had mentioned the passengers of the spaceship that had brought them to planet Earth. The trip to the planet that was mainly occupied by the powerless human people had lasted for sixty-six days. Two months.

For two months, for sixty-six days, Jake had spent time living inside a huge and blue Soynite spaceship. That large and safe spaceship had harbored six different Soynite children. Jake Wayne, one of the royals of planet Soy, had been one of those six Soynite children. Those six kids were part of the most recent generation of Soynite rulers. A child ruler was what each of those kids was.

During the spaceship flight to Earth, Jake had held a baby. He had done so more than one time.

Peter had held that baby before, too. And the man had spoken to that baby's Watcher. Regardless of whether or not that baby had survived to see the age of eleven, Jake hadn't forgotten how important it was to try reuniting with all of the passengers of that spaceship.

The spaceship had carried a single pilot, six Soynite children, and six Watcher Soynites.

Thirteen.

Were those thirteen passengers still alive?

Jake did not know the answer to that question. The answer evaded him, just like how he had managed to evade his death on planet Soy.

Thirteen people had moved into the blue Soynite spacecraft that was no longer available to Jake and his only companion. Jake and Peter, they had separated from the other passengers of that huge spaceship. The boy and his Watcher had moved away from the latest Soynite royals and their Watchers, but they had been instructed to do that. It had been part of the plan.

Leaving the large spaceship's other passengers was what Jake and Peter had done.

Reuniting with the large spaceship's other passengers was what Jake and Peter had to do.

A reunion between all the pairs had to happen. The six pairs had been away from each other for way too long, and it was only natural for Jake Wayne to view a reunion of those six pairs as something that would be great, wonderful, and pleasant. The reunion had to happen. It had to happen, and Jake and Peter needed to participate in the reunion. They had to. They were two Soynites, after all. And Soynites belonged to a dying race of people. The Soynite species was a nearly extinct species. Much to the horrible dismay of the High and his Watcher.

Jake would rather be part of a race that had a population numbering in the billions. But the Soynite population no longer numbered in the billions. Over two billion Soynite people had been killed during the terrible invasion, and the population of the Soynite species had never reached three billion.

Maybe the Soynite population would never reach three billion.

Maybe Jake and Peter were the last two Soynites in the universe. If those two Soynite males were indeed the only two members of their nearly extinct race, that would be awful. If Jake and Peter were the sole Soynites left in the big universe, that meant the blue spaceship's other eleven passengers were dead.

Whether Jake was one of the last two Soynites or not, the boy had a big mission to accomplish. In the future, with or without his Watcher's help, Jake would have to assist in the well-deserved revival of planet Soy. But, and this was just one of the many facts that were found in his life, Jake viewed Peter as a great Soynite. The possibility existed that Peter was a Soynite man who would rather help Jake for as long as possible. At that moment, while he remained as a blond-haired, blue-eyed boy who stood in a forest in the American state of Washington, Jake Wayne preferred to help Peter for as long as possible.

It did not seem like Peter the Watcher deserved a bad life. The man took care of Jake, after all. The Watcher did not intend on letting the boy get killed soon, and that was not bad. It was not bad at all.

Jake Wayne. He existed as a boy who had to live. Peter, too, had to live. He had to live for a long time. The average lifespan of a Soynite was one thousand years, but Jake knew that his Watcher deserved to live longer than one thousand years. One thousand years was a long time. Eleven years was a long time, too, even though it was a shorter amount of time than one thousand years. Jake hadn't even been a living boy one thousand years ago. He hadn't existed one thousand years ago. Neither of his two parents had been in the big universe one thousand years ago. Neither of Jake's four grandparents had been in the big universe one thousand years ago. Jake's family was dead. His closest relative, Theo Majestic, was gone.

One thousand years. Peter hadn't been alive one thousand years ago, like Jake.

Peter, like Jake, had two dead parents and four dead grandparents. The parents of Peter Wayne were two deceased Soynite people. The parents of Peter Wayne's two parents were four deceased Soynite people.

Like Peter, Jake's life lacked any family. Jake had no relatives. The boy had no living relatives in his life, and he would be lying if he said that awful and terrible fact did not push bitter disappointment into his body. Jake's body was tall and muscular. He was a strong Soynite teenager, but even strong Soynite teenagers had met their undeserved deaths on the distant planet that was known as Soy.

The cruel and harsh Freeman people had made that happen. Those warfare-loving people had taken the lives of way too many Soynites who had been good, kind, and innocent.

The Freeman people. Their ultimate goal was to exterminate the entire Soynite species, which was already a dying race. The Soynite race had been a dying race of people for a long time. That was a truth. It was one of way too many horrible truths, to be exact. Bitter truths were real. They were not fake, and those bitter truths plagued the lives of the Soynites named Jake Wayne and Peter Wayne.

Jake Wayne was not even Jake's original name.

Cape Majestic.

Cape Majestic was Jake's original name. Two great people had made the important decision to give him that name. Those great and loving people had given Jake his original name. But, and this was not a lie, Jake's parents were dead. Back on planet Soy, because of the ruthless, brutal, and vicious Freeman people, Jake's parents had been killed. They had been slaughtered. Terrible Freeman people on the planet known as Soy hadn't shown Jake's loving parents well-appreciated mercy. The mercy that Jake's parents had deserved to be shown by the awful Freeman people had never been given to them.

An armed Freeman warrior had taken the life of Jake's father.

An armed Freeman warrior had taken the life of Jake's mother.

The Freemans had refused to hand mercy to Jake's mother and father, so why should Jake show the Freemans mercy?

Jake Wayne and Peter Wayne.

The boy and his Watcher.

Those two Soynites were a team. They were a duo, yes. Jake and Peter would have to be a great two-person army. If they failed to be a great army of two, death would slip into their bodies. Death had already taken the lives of Jake's family. He would rather not join his deceased and absent family in death.

Now, as he stood in the same forest as Peter, Jake planned on bringing the fight to the Freeman people.

"I'm just going to assume that you still think about them," Peter said. He pointed his brown eyes at the Soynite laser pistol he wielded. "We're going to find them. We just have to survive to see tomorr-"

Red zipped past Peter's head.

A red laser beam. It was a red laser beam that had almost blasted into Peter's skull. As the laser beam zipped through the cool air, Peter aimed his palm. It was true that the Watcher man carried a blue laser gun in one of his hands.

But it was also true Peter had a hand that doubled as a weapon.

Jake aimed his attention at the seven-foot tall man. The boy did not look at his Watcher, because the six-foot tall Peter Wayne was not the person Jake had his attention on.

The Freeman standing in the huge meadow donned a scowl on his pale face. The huge enemy carried a black laser rifle, which reflected the warm light that came from planet Earth's shining sun. And that black laser rifle was pointed at Peter's face.

A blue laser beam shot into the area. It launched into the Freeman's head. After blasting out the other side of the Freeman's injured skull, the blue laser traveled above the green grass blades that formed the huge meadow. While his heart pounded in his chest at a quick speed, Jake remained armed with his blue weapon. He did not forget there were more Freeman people who needed to have their lives taken from them.

Peter lowered his palm. He was not the person who had opened fire.

Jake hadn't opened fire.

As red blood poured from two gaping holes in his head, the towering Freeman enemy shifted his focus to the actual shooter. He took aim, but the shooter fired first.

A blue laser beam rocketed through the open air again. The laser, which was capable of granting the Freeman the death he deserved, sped through the space, then it closed the gap between itself and the Freeman's forehead. It shot through the back of the enemy's skull.

With four gaping holes in his head, the Freeman dropped to his knees. Then his pale hand grabbed a sheathed dagger's black handle.

"Die already!" a girl said.

The shooter.

Like Peter, her accent was a Soynite accent. Jake assumed the girl hadn't spent too much time around humans.

She was a Soynite.

Jake knew that because Soynites could sense other Soynites just by looking at them. This newly arrived Soynite girl seemed to be sixteen years old. While the reddish-brown strands of her long hair glowed in the sun's light, the girl pulled the trigger belonging to her Soynite laser gun.

A blue laser beam launched out of the Soynite-made gun's barrel. It did it because the person who had fired it was intent on draining the life from the Freeman she had wounded.

The Freeman, now with a laser beam hole in his big torso, collapsed onto his face.

As Jake and Peter stood near the meadow, as the Freeman's killer stayed in the meadow, the Freeman stopped breathing.

His lifeless flesh changed into black smoke.

A frown crept onto Jake's face, which wasn't hurt at all. The teenage Soynite girl with the reddish-brown hair had brought harm and death to the currently dead Freeman, but Jake himself was not hurt. He was not harmed. And the deceased Freeman, in an attempt to make Peter's heart stop beating, had opened fire. But the pale enemy had missed.

Death had missed Peter Wayne. Death, too, had missed Jake Wayne.

Jake could not fly toward the rising smoke. He was not Boris Endman. The blond-haired Jake did not possess the ability to fly. Jake did not possess any Saves. He was not a boy who could launch fireballs from his bare hands. He was not a boy who could read minds. He was not a boy who could survive in the vacuum of outer space.

Theo Majestic, the person who had turned Jake into what he was now, existed as a Soynite who could bring fire into existence, read minds, and survive in the vacuum of outer space. And Theo could do more than just that.

A Pure was what Theo Majestic was.

A Pure was not what Jake Wayne was.

What Theo was, Jake would never become. Every single Pure in the big universe had been born that way. A Soynite could not become a Pure. Just like how a Soynite could not become a Bloodhound. Bloodhounds were born. They were not made. Pures were born. They were not made.

Peter was a man who had gained the power to fire blue laser beams from his palms, but the teenage boy he was in charge of, that sixteen-year-old Soynite known as Jake Wayne, had always been a powerless Soynite. That truth had never changed.

With frowns on their faces, Jake and Peter observed as the dark smoke rose toward the vast sky high above the meadow's grass blades.

Freeman corpses morphed into smoke. It had always been that way for them.

Lifeless Soynite bodies did not change into smoke. Not even lifeless human bodies changed into smoke.

The Freemans were not natural.

"Maggie Up, at your service," a voice said, speaking the English language.

Good. Jake preferred to speak English.

He looked at the girl. The girl, Maggie Red, was also the person who had shot and killed the Soynite-hating Freeman.

Maggie, Jake, and Peter. The three of them wore blue jackets. The three Soynites were armed with blue laser pistols. Even though the three of them were not at all close to planet Soy, they stayed equipped with useful and valuable objects that had come from the planet.

"Thanks for killing one of Lock Tannis's minions, Maggie," Peter said. He pressed a hand against his chest for a brief moment. "My name is Peter Wayne. Ine Rain is my Soynite name. The boy with me is Jake Wayne. I'm his Watcher. Jake is one of the new Highs. Theo Majestic made him into one, back when that horrible invasion was still happening on our planet."

Maggie directed her attention to Jake.

"It's nice to meet you, Jake," Maggie said. "I would kneel for you, but I have to stay cautious. All of us have to stay cautious. This is Freeman territory. I hope me and you become good friends. Only good friends kill Freemans together."

Jake showed his teeth in a smile.

Maggie Up.

It was the blue-eyed Maggie Up who had confirmed that Jake and Peter were not the last two members of the nearly extinct Soynite race. It was Maggie Up who had shot a Freeman a few times. She had even managed to kill that Freeman, and Jake and Peter had witnessed that death. The Freeman's death hadn't brought deep sorrow to Jake and Peter, of course, because Freeman people did not get killed enough.

Freemans. They had proved themselves to be vicious killers who changed into smoke after dying. Their society, the Freeman society, was so violent that Freeman leadership was gained by killing the current Freeman leader.

Jake Wayne, who had gained Soynite leadership in a non-violent event, fiddled with his Soynite pendant. He did that for a few seconds.

A bird chirped in the blue sky. Somewhere, somewhere in the forest the three Soynites stood in, was a place that contained Freemans and other horrors. Maybe that building contained a Freeman baby. If it did have a baby inside it, Jake knew what he wouldn't do to the young Freeman.

"I was on my way to the nearby Freeman base," Maggie said. "It's nearby. And I think that the two of you are planning on going there, too."

"Yes, we are," Peter said. A smirk made its arrival on the tall Watcher's face. "Maggie Up, me and Jake were under the impression that we were going to be an army of two for a lot longer than we wanted. With you on our side, though, we're an army of three."

An army of three.

Jake Wayne. Peter Wayne. Maggie Up.

"I like the sound of that," Maggie said. "I also like my spaceship. It's a Soynite spaceship. You and Jake will see it, Peter. After we deal with the Freemans, I will take both of you to it."

A spaceship. Maggie was in possession of a Soynite spaceship. Jake and Peter didn't even own a Soynite spaceship. Maggie owned one, though. The girl had made it clear she preferred to show Jake and Peter the spaceship that belonged to her.

Back on planet Soy, the fastest Soynite spaceship in the universe had been housed inside a museum.

Maggie gestured for Jake and Peter to follow her.

Peter took steps toward the meadow. When the muscular Watcher stepped onto the meadow's green grass, Jake moved toward Peter. The boy still carried a blue laser pistol in one of his hands, but a Freeman did not seem to be in the same area as Jake, Peter, and Maggie at the moment.

That did not mean the trio of Soynites would be safe forever.

After all, the deceased Freeman had been safe. He had been safe before meeting Maggie. And Maggie, because she had pulled the blue trigger of her laser pistol, had fired death into the Freeman.

While they stayed as three people who did not speak, Jake, Peter, and Maggie took steps in the meadow. White clouds moved in the morning sky as the Freeman's discarded laser gun stayed on the grass. Maggie was that Freeman's killer. If she was a fortunate Soynite warrior, the girl would kill more Freeman enemies in the future.

Jake, though, had never killed a Freeman.

He had witnessed Freeman enemies losing their lives on the planet that he had been born on, but the armed teenage boy did not stop being a person who had never killed a pale native of planet Free.

What Jake doubled as was a High. He was a child ruler, but he was still a ruler.

Jake ruled over the people of Soy. He and the other five Highs were the rulers of their own people, but the six Highs were separated from each other. Well, Jake assumed that all six Highs were separated from each other. If the other five Highs had found each other, it was true that neither of them had managed to have a great reunion with Jake Wayne.

One of the six Highs had been born during the invasion. Jake hadn't forgotten that piece of information. That poor baby hadn't even experienced what it was like to live on a beautiful and peaceful planet Soy.

Jake was away from a certain eleven-year-old High, but he was not far from his Watcher and Maggie Up.

Three people were on their way to a Freeman base. Those three people were armed. They were determined. Determination flowed through Jake's body as the boy kept his grip on his blue laser weapon. He hadn't brought his Soynite Box, but he had brought a handheld weapon that hadn't been manufactured on the planet of the humans.

"I never killed a Freeman, to be honest," Jake said. "But I'm going to kill one. I'm going to kill one of those terrible people today. Way too many Soynites are dead because of them. And Theo Majestic is missing, but we're going to find him. He's a Pure, and he has every Save in existence. We really need him on our side. We need to find him."

Theo Majestic.

He was a married man, but he had never produced any children with his wife. Like his currently deceased father, Theo had been born as a Pure. And what Jake and Peter and Maggie needed on their side was a Pure. The three Soynites needed Theo.

There were five other Highs. Each of them needed Theo Majestic in their life. Each of them needed to train their eyes on that former High. The six Highs had to have a reunion with the High responsible for their current statuses as rulers of their people. That former High had transformed all the current Highs into the rulers of their people. Regardless of Maggie Up's status as a non-High, Jake planned on helping her meet Theo, too.

Jake, Peter, and Maggie. Those three people, those three warriors, had to see Theo. They had to recruit him.

A Soynite with every single Save in their arsenal would be able to increase the possibility that the Soynites would bring complete destruction to the Freeman people. And the Freeman people had earned the right to drown in deep destruction. It was only right for Jake to help bring that deep destruction into existence. The end of each Freeman's life deserved to come.

Freeman people had taken Soynite lives.

Soynite people had taken Freeman lives, but Jake's people had only been defending themselves.

"And we will find him, Jake," Peter said. "Your distant cousin can't stay hidden forever. I refuse to believe that he's dead. Theo is going to see us again, and we're going to see him again. We will reunite with him. We will. You don't think he's a dead Soynite, and I don't think he's a dead Soynite. We need to keep that belief."

As he walked, Jake Wayne hoped he would live to see tomorrow.

The army of three kept walking.