Just before leaving the head quarters, an accident happened in the near jetmarket and Prisma is forced to kill the robber. Her spirit swinged low, but, I was already leaving and I also didn’t feel I could help her solving her doubts. This helplessness in the end was the push I needed to leave with a deeper strength of will. Informing Gado about my intentions and insights I sensed his understanding: while he saw the dangers in my journey, he let me leave: I thought it was strange and in fact while I was waiting by the bus stop, I’m reached by Diana who was charged with my safekeeping. I guessed Gado wanted both of us to learn something from the other’s presence.
The bus took us north, beyond USA borders, in Canada, where I set up to meet with an old friend who already helped me before I joined the Scarlet Cobras: he is an American Native, and he could take me to the first step of my journey, an old tribe where people can still understand what a spirit is. Our fist stop was in a Cafeteria along the way: serving in there, we met a fat lady with a knack for insults and a bad taste for blind people; we were objects of her jokes until we left and while I did not care much, Diana seemed quite upset by such rudeness. Anyway, we endured and waited for my contact. Once he got there, he wished to know in which troubles I was and if he could really help more: alas, I could not explain. We left the cafeteria/motel together on his car and moved further in the North, under his guidance. As soon as we left the parking lot, however, the fat woman’s car blew up leaving nothing where it stood… That was an awfully strange coincidence…

We neared our destination and we had to stop for the night in a little town, near the woods and in hillside zone. During the night I experienced dreams of destruction which got me up, trembling: I knew they where not just dreams. Diana was awake too and she felt a strong presence of Evil in the air, we understood we were in a trap. While she got the equipment and our guide, I reached for the hotel reception, but that was a bad move… Waiting for me, there were some men, Tyron’s lackey, probably, and their chief: a tall man who I later knew by the name of Alexiei. He was undeniably a Zooanthrope, not a natural one, but one engineered by Tyron’s labs, and from his strength I could understand that his "Assembling" was quite perfect… while she could easily handle the troops, Diana could not face this man alone… And I did not wish to use violence…
However, I failed. I tried to parley, but he did not want to listen. I tried to intimidate him with the death he would have faced had he injured me, but he was sure he could defeat me. I tried to escape, but he ran faster. I tried to trick them, but they were too many and too well trained and coordinated. Thus they captured us… Still I did not want to injure anyone, but they caught and badly injured Diana, and threatened her life. I thought all was lost when, suddenly, Diana slipped from Alexiei’s grab by turning in a Bee Swarm, and I caught the occasion for fleeing as fast as I could. It wasn’t enough, Alexiei reached me in no time and struck me at full strength in his Crinos Form… I could no longer contain the Beast and it killed them all… Without any mercy… All was left was their bloodstains, the injured Diana and Me… Deeply scarred inside, my thoughts ran back to Prisma and her bad adventure… I did not feel so good about all this, why could I not avoid this Bloodshed? Besides, on the practical side, if Tyron was still on our tracks, they did see my best move in action and their next attack would have been merciless.

Thankfully, my friend wasn’t injured in the accident since he was far away when all went wrong. However, this event only frightened him more and just added more unanswered questions. He anyway took me to the village, where I met some old Natives. They were unfriendly in the beginning, since they thought we were the typical tourists they had seen over and over again. However, the tribe chief had to be someone really special, since he could feel something different about us, especially about Diana… this in the end convinced him to give me the possibility of showing that I was much more than a mere tourist and, thanks to my powers, I showed him I was someone worth teaching (without of course revealing our true nature). He took us still deeper into the snowy wilderness, to his old tribe, where he was just a warrior. There, the real tribe chief seemed to be aware of our coming but we had to convince him once again anyway. The demonstration appealed him and he decided to teach me the secrets of the spirits. Here I raised my communion with Nature and her spirits and I also entered the Dream Lands where I could incarnate the Beast for the first time while retaining my own will.

Once the time to leave had come, we prepared ourselves for the journey to the nearest port-town by sled. However, Tyron was not far away, they waited for our departure and then seized up with us. Just in the middle of a snowy plain An helicopter landed in front of us, and from there got off the very leader of the retrieval squad sent after me, Svetlana Kovachevich. Her intent was not to stop me, she instead laid a different trap: she sent her men to the near touristic village and ordered to kill all people in town. She let me free to escape or go back and save the village, or I could simply stop it all be giving myself up to be "retrieved". Anyway, I would have lost. If I ran away, all the people in town would have died. If I went back, I would have had to kill Tyron’s Soldiers once again unleashing the wild Beast. And if I gave up, I would have probably put the Scarlet Cobras in mortal danger. I decided firmly of running away, valuing it as the lesser evil among them, but Diana insisted she could not let those people die without trying to stop the soldiers and so much she did and so much she said that in the end I had to follow her (she would have gone there even without me). Once we got there, the village was deserted, no sign of civilians, all the soldiers dead in their blood… nobody around to tell the tale… Svetlana reached us in town and seemed to be as much in the dark as we were about what happpened, but she grinned and thought that I unleashed the Beast again and went away… That was not the case, however… I had the worst feeling that another with such a Wild Spirit as mine could be on our tracks, unknowingly to Svetlana… Anyway, I could not explain why, but I felt relieved… Maybe it was because Diana did not have to stain her innocence with so much blood… But was this a good reason for being happy about the death of so many people even if they were on the wrong side?

Our next destination was the old tradition that wanted the medicians of the Philippines to be healers with nearly magical powers. We then got to the islands and looked for a guide to lead us in the depths of the jungles. Even there we found much fakes and charlatans, last but not least our translator, a man that believed he was some kind of Crocodile Dundee of the Philippines and who tried to make us believe the worst shit (among other things, he not so subtly suggested he was one of the mythological Leopard-men that should be roaming the forests…) Anyway we got to an old village were a real healer was present, with yet another demonstration of our "Superior Blood" we acquired the trust of the man and he let me observe his healing abilities for a long time. Concentrating all of my efforts I learned there what magic means. That done, I decided to leave for my Final Destination: Tibet, the top of the World.

After a troubled trip to China, we were finally able to take the way to Tibet, where we hoped to find a place of meditation. Unfortunately, a snow storm ravaged the mountaintop, forcing all the ascets to wait in a nearby village. There, many people from all over the world congregated, waiting for their chance to visit the meditation place. There were ascets from India, Buddhist from India and Japan, Shintoist Priests, Zen Samurais and also a Catholic nun (Sister Giulietta) and a Franciscan Monk from Italy. While the snowstorm raged, I enjoyed the company of the other travelers, talked much with them, especially with the Italian Nun: she seemed convinced of what I always believed and perhaps was even surer than me, believing in the Divine Providence above all else and that living completely at peace and fleeing violence in any form was the only way to please God and to help this world. While with the recent events I came to doubt such truths, her faith seemed so strong and pure that I was once again put at a loss. Anyway the Storm ceased and I could reach my destination. With much effort I could enter a new realm of senses and commune better with my inner perceptions. The time had come to go back to where we came from… Or so I thought… I was instead nearing the true end of my searching: my Final Destination.
Coming back to the village, all was burned down and the Tyron Soldiers were storming the place; just as I was trying to figure out what to do, an helicopter landed and Svetlana came out: all my escape routes were sealed. I wished to call upon Diana’s help, but Svetlana informed me that my fellow comrade was also a primary objective in her list, so I ordered Diana to remain hidden. Before my very eyes, all the people in the village were killed, ascets included and, to my great pain, Sister Giulietta was shot right before me… Once again I had to face the difficult choice of death and life… And Violence… And Bloodshed… I just wished that all the words of God Giulietta trusted upon could have saved her or make the difference, but… In that very moment, a miracle happened, coming to solve my doubts all at once… Giulietta’s sprit returned to this world, with the majesty and pureness of the Angels she always aspired to. She was pure and repentant and she was rewarded with such elevation… And she came back to tell me all of this, to tell me about the wishes of God for its children, the wish for meekness and peace for God would have cared for everything else… For it was not our duty nor right to extinguish the lives of our kindred. I believed I reached my enlightenment with such worlds… I resolved my spirit into quiet at least for once, quenched the blood lust of my beast under my will… But thing went for the worst. I awakened from the vision with a bullet in my guts, bleeding to the ground, my beast unable to leave the confinement I made myself, but, worst of all, I saw Giulietta in front of me, holding the smoking gun, talking to her commander: Svetlana. With a power unknown to me she had my beast chained inside myself and then shot its host body so that it could no longer escape their capture. Svetlana left the field control to Giulietta and left, she had an hostage taken in front of me and asked me for Diana’s position: we were at Showdown. I felt that deep inside myself I could still unleash the Beast, but this time it had to be for my own will, my own will to kill, to survive, to save someone, not by chance not something I could reject as "something of the Beast"… What to do?… Prisma’s Question… extinguish their life or letting Diana and me being captured? Then, I saw… And heard… I dreamt of a voice wishing me to "breath with her", I saw what would have happened if I had spoken, if I surrendered… they would all have died and Tyron would have won, Diana tortured and me captured… perhaps forever… I cared little for myself, but all those innocents… Yet how could I give the way to primal anger and bloodlust? Then I went deeper, and deeper, and deeper, searching for my true self, for my Beast… and found it I did... and I Heard it… For the first time, I could hear the Beast’s voice… But it wasn’t growling of blood and destruction, it was bleeding in anger… and sadness… sadness for the lives that were taken, lives that could be spared, lives that could enlighten and make happy many more people. Anger, anger for all the fake words those men said, for all the power they believed to wield, for all the privileges they arrogated themselves, when they were nothing else than the Scum of the Earth… The Beast didn’t want to hear them anymore, the Beast wanted them to Shut Up forever… I Wanted that too. I did not unleash the Beast, I called upon it, and all came to an end. Tyron was defeated and we were saved, able to go back to where we came from, grown beyond what I hoped in my most fabulous dreams; just then, Lucifer revealed himself and explained what had been going on all the time and we thus ended our travel.

Well, this was really a pain in the ass, having to stop all those bullets from killing people and having all them anyway seem deceased took me a great effort and moreover, I also had to remain hidden not to spoil such a good finale. I’m a bit disappointed that the young man stole away from me the great ending scene, but he seems to have understood anyway… By the way, it seems that Sister Giulietta was the closest thing that Tyron could produce to an Ancient Breed spirit, however she did not look so much angelic when she wasn’t using her powers, guess she was something like a bound spirit. Hope it went back were it came from, when Damocle ripped her open… I just wonder why it takes so long for all of you to be true to yourselves…