You and Ghost were enemies, hate always radiated off of both of you whenever you met on the battle field.

You always watched him from a tree while he roamed around his base. You hated how everyone loved him, and treated him like a king.

You thought, instead of him, it should be you.

One day, you and Ghost were fighting once more on the battleground, you had thrown him to the ground as you stood over him.

His eyes narrowed as he spoke, "May the gods strike me down if I forsake you." He said.