The dark one walk on the poor streets of India, scaring everyone around him. The streets was very barren. Boxes lies on the side of the buildings where people sleep in them. Kids run on the street, but these kids are in tattered clothings and bad shape. They look very malnourished despite the fact that they're running around. Their hair is in a very messy state. All the older people only walked as they move. But the instant Jedah showed his face, they all begin to turn around and walk away in fear. Not a lot of automobiles use the roads here. Not that it would be safe with all these beggars that can be run over if they do use the roads. This is truly a third world country. Or at least, this part of the country seems to be.

But that's not the matter here. What he wants is to get out of here, but some kind of force have stopped his black fire from coming to get him. He needs to find out what is this... force... and have it stopped. Or take it as part of him, whichever's better.

He feels the force much closer to him. Something strong, almost godly. What is this?

As he walks further, he realises that the street is at it's end. He is no longer in the town where all the beggars are, he's now in a place where there's a lot of grass around the streets. It's near a farm.

He walks on again, on the dirt road he's on. The force getting stronger and stronger.

The force seems to have stopped getting stronger. It's in a stagnant form now.

Under the tree.

He looks under a tree that lies in the middle of the grassy desert. A lone tree stands in the middle of the flat greenery. And someone is under it.

Who are you?

"I am Jedah, saviour of the dark ones," Jedah talked to the voice that he hears. It might be just in his head, but he's going to talk to it anyway.

Are you the one that brought the accursed black flame that will destroy?

"I have no intention of using it to destroy your land, monk," Jedah has been looking at the form under the tree long enough to tell that it is a monk, a skinny one, but still has muscles and paint all over his face.

Upon the coming of the black flame, this land shall no longer harvest, that is destruction.

"If that happens, I cannot do anything about it, can I? But if it still happens, it will only happen to a single patch on the land, now release it and grant me my transportation."

A single patch can determine the life of the land. I must deny this request.

"Then the only thing I can do is kill you, monk," Jedah finished and walks toward the lone tree.

You cannot kill what cannot be killed.

"Hah! How cliche!"

In a matter of a milisecond, the monk appears before Jedah, about 2 metres away. Jedah stopped on his track, shock climb his back and into his head. And then, another incident shocked Jedah again, as the monk's leg extends itself and hits Jedah square on the cheeek.

"I am Dhalsim, protector of my land."

The wind blows on the grassy field. The half footer green dancers dances to the melodies of the wind. Beauty and serene fills the area. Refreshing blows of the wind makes the grasses move almost in a wave-like unison. Leaves from the lone tree flies from it's branches and lands on the dirt road that spreads itself in quite a distance from the lone tree. Beauty of nature.

Jedah got up from the ground that he was kicked to. Wiping off the blood that is about to drip from his chin, he stands in front of the monk named Dhalsim. He spits his blood onto the grass. Instantly as the blood lands, the grass was disintegrating. A small path of the land is now what it used to be, harsh looking land. Without the beauty of the grass to cover it up.

"See what you made me do? I killed part of your 'land'!" Jedah exclaimed and cackled right after. Dhalsim's pupilless eyes glowed in anger, but he chanted some words to calm himself down.

"I can see that you are not an easy opponent to destroy," said the monk.

"And I can see that you're not a 'normal' monk," the saviour of the dark ones replied.

Jedah charged towards Dhalsim, scythe in hand. He gets himself closer and Dhalsim disappeared from his view, but Jedah gave out a little smirk, as if he was awaiting for this. He turns around and swipes his scythe on the air. Blood comes spurting in mid-air, appearing from nowhere. In a few second, Dhalsim reappears where the blood originated from and he falls to the ground. Clutching his chest, which got cut from the deadly scythe, he looks up towards the dark one.

"Heh, that was quite easy. I was expecting some sort of fight from you, baldy," Jedah mocks the fallen Hindu monk.

But Dhalsim had a back-up plan. He took a deep breath, arching his back. Jedah looks at the monk in puzzlement.

"YOGA FLAME!" a burst of flame explodes from Dhalsim's mouth and went straight for Jedah. Too surprised to put up a defense, the flame burns into the Saviour.

The dancing lights light the night. The dancing lights gives people hope. But it also gives people death. Amidst the beauty of the dancing lights, hides the danger of death. The death that eats away into the flesh of the living, lighting it up while destroying it. But it is still a beauty to ponder into. Beauty of nature.

The Dark One bursts into flame, he shouts out a cry of pain. For someone who have always been around the embodiment of hellfire, it is quite a surprise for him to be in pain when he is burned with a simple earth fire.

No, this is not earth fire. Burning, he turns to look at the monk. His eyes glow from inside the flame, he asks the hinduist, "What flame is this, monk?"

"That is the embodiment of Yoga's rage, the Yoga flame. A flame that is pure and holy, it shall burn those that are full of rage."

"RRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!" Jedah flails about, trying to get the flame to die out.

"You cannot put out the flame that way. Hinduism is a religion of calmness and serenity. Unless the fire in your heart is pure and calm, you can never put out that flame."

"AAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!"

"Only one man wasn't burned when I gave him the Yoga Flame. The lone fighter, the one who fights but is full of serenity. The man with the head band on his head. He was the only one to ever win against the Flame."

"Prepare to meet the second person then!" shouts the Saviour as he cuts his hand off and then uses his own blood and squirt it on himself. The blood wins over the flame as it douses it off. Jedah then puts his hand back where he had cut it off and it forms back into him, flesh by flesh.

"Hmmmm... quite a predicament. You actually doused the flame with your blood. You are definitely not of mortal being." exclaimed the monk who just witnessed something that is beyond human comprehension.

"Oh, you think?" Jedah replied, his clothes all tattered and burned, but not badly enough that it exposes too much. In fact, none of his body is exposed at all, the clothes only seemed messy and charred, but it didn't really burn off.

"I am tired of all this mockfoolery, monk, release my Black Liquid now, or I will spread my blood all over your 'land'," Jedah threatens Dhalsim.

"Your purpose may seem very innocent now, as all you want is just your mode of transportation, but I fear, in the future, you will wish to do more damage than you should, that is why, in the name of Brahma and Yoga, I cannot let you go!"

"Fine then, I'll just kill you!"

Both of them floats into the air and charges up their energy for the last blow. Surprisingly, Dhalsim was the one to make the first move. He launches himself towards Jedah, his whole body spinning like a drill, coming straight for Jedah's torso. Jedah uses the scythe and cuts into the air, wanting to teleport away.

Something's wrong, nothing's cutting away.

"Foolish dark one, I have sealed away all your dark powers!"

Upon hearing that, Dhalsim landed his blow onto Jedah's torso and the unbearable pain made him lose his concentration and he falls from the sky, all the way to the ground and lands in a big thud.

He lies there, in the middle of the grassy fields, looking at the man who defeats him, floating in the sky, right above him. The monk looked at him.

"You shall be detained until I find a way to deal with you, dark one," said the man who just defeated the saviour of the dark.

Just then, darkness engulfed Jedah, as he loses his conciousness and drifts away into his own mind.