Final Day

We all stood around looking at the new growth of one of the most beautiful fields we had ever seen, but we were not at ease. It was not the normal twitch of Zaron that scared us today it was the calm stonelike demeanor he was giving off. When irritated he would shake uncontrollable his green translucent skin beginning to glow softly. Today though he stood still looked like our old friend Adrian.
It has been five years now we called him Zaron or in the company of the media Victory. But six years ago he was Adrian Charin. Adrian was the first Victory. In a battle with an alien warlord named, Tragedy, he was killed without a second thought. Our strongest member fell in a blink of an eye. We thought we would soon find our own end had it not been for Zaron. His power had been wandering around earth for days he told us (in our time it was years many of them). In the death of our friend, he found a new body. He earned our trust and respect that day. Zaron later went on to tell us that Tragedy was responsible for the annihilation of his people. Tragedy never realized that Zaron was a living embodiement of his people. His power was like that of a thousand suns, but only a strong body could contain that power. Adrian provided him that body. He told us later we should mourn our friend. None of Adrian was left inside. We never would tell him, but we could see small portions of Adrian peak through him. Today was one of them, that stonelike calm was Adrian's trademark.
Zaron closed his hand which caused the body to shift into Victory just like Adrian would. Zaron made a promise to Adrian on a higher level of conscious that he would protect us and he would carry on the mantle of Victory till his time did come. That brought peace to Adrian and so brought peace to us. Now five years later we returned to Zaron's home with him to help him find peace. Here we would meet the true Tragedy.
Ralen through many years of studying thousands of incoming transmissions learned the true Tragedy had made his new home on Coranth biding his time to finally take the universe. He had been sending out splinters of his powers to test the strength of our world and millions of others. Most returned with a good report, the planets were ready to fall. He sent a second messenger for us. A messenger I (Skimmer) found a way to send back to track. I skimmed his mind and found a tiny bit of programming to malfunction telling him he succeeded and to return home. Here we stand at his homebase. Here we stand ready to fight the fight of our lives. A fight we had already fought.
We all focused on Victory who now was opening and closing his hands into a fist. His head rocked back and he screamed a frightful cry we knew all to well. He was angry, worst yet he was focused. He turned and nodded we all took flight. Victory, Ralen, Intrepid, The Coroner, and me, Skimmer.
The Pentavarate had been called for duty. A duty we would give our lives for.