[i]Crossing the Dojo Mountains was a boy, in his adolescent years. He was about five six, and his artfully messy, turquoise hair blew in the wind. He had bright, green eyes, the same green eyes his father, Edward, once had. His turquoise hair was natural, although neither his father not his mother had natural turquoise hair. He had pale skin, the same color as his mothers, and the skin was smooth, showing no signs of acne or the sort that somebody his age would normally have. He had hit his growth spurt early on, so even though he was only 13, he appeared older. For such a young child, he was extremely armed. A 12-gauge, pump-action shotgun on his back, the words "Snow Crystal" engraved into its barrel. A .50 cal sniper rifle besides that, the words "Desert Glare" engraved into its scope. 5.56x45 assault rifle on his worn, brown, leather belt, and engraved into its side were the words "Rock Slide". On the other side of his belt, a chain whip was curled up, with a small, 3 inch blade at the end of it. Engraved onto the poison-tipped blade were the words "Jungle Vines". Finally, in between his shotgun and sniper was a sheathed longsword, about five feet long. On the sheathe was one word, "Unity". All this weaponry slowed the boy down, however he had no trouble carrying at all. He wore a simple, beige t-shirt, and faded, blue jeans, with dark brown boots, which were covered with dust. His arms gleamed in the sunlight, and it turned out that they were mechanical. Prosthetic arms. As the boy drew closer and closer, he looked more and more familiar to Isabelle. Finally, the boy stopped 5 yards away from Isabelle, smiling.[/i] "Long time no see, Mom," [i]He said, unable to believe he was finally speaking to his mother after so many years.[/i]