[WCS] Global Finals 2014 Day 1 - Page 546

                                    Old Brothers

      soO stopped, breathed, and sat on the ground. The whipping wind and his tired legs were inviting him to think. It had been ten days now since he stormed out of the SKT House after the publication of the monthly in-house rankings. He couldn't bear it anymore. He couldn't bear the fact that he didn't manage to grab the first spot in these rankings. He never managed to do it, to say the truth. And he had enough of that. He just left, without giving notice to his teammates or managers.
      But where would he go? The Global Finals were so close. No foreign teams had offered him a contract, thus forcing him to stay on SKT. He had spent his entire year practicing like a madman, only to never get proper recognition inside the SKT house and to make 4 GSLs Grand Finals in a row. Losing them all. Each time he lost one, he grew stronger. Yet he never grew strong enough to win one. Each time, he went into the games thinking that he was about to avenge the SKT Zergs, despised and mocked. He never did. Each time, he persuaded himself that losing meant being closer to win the next one. But it didn't happen. And now, who knew if there was going to be a next one?
      He had heard, back from the times when he was a rookie, tales of mystic mountains containing holy temples dedicated to old and long forgotten clans. He knew those clans perfectly well ; he started in one of them, n.Die. Since he had nowhere to go, why not to go and try to find the n.Die temple? If it really existed, maybe there he would find the strenght that he didn't find during all of those finals.
      He went on to a journey that led him, in a few days of lonely walk, to the place where he was supposed to find the mystic mountains, and now he was there. He had endured the cold and seen nothing but snow, with the exception of a distant silhouette sometimes appearing far away, and now he had in front of him a huge metallic gate which led into a mountain. He went back up on his feets, approached the gate and pushed it. The gate moved with a squeaky noise and he entered.
      Inside were old artifacts and trophies of the clan, stored on natural shelf formed by the stone walls. At the opposite of the entrance, about fifty meters away, was a statue of the most successful player of the clan, the mighty Lee Jae Dong. soO, impressed by the place he was in, slowly walked towards the statue. A man was sitting in front of it, and hadn't noticed his presence yet. As he came closer, the voice of the man, a deep, powerful voice, came to soO's ears.
"Who are you, and why are you in a Temple only few are allowed to enter?"
"I am Eo Yoon Su. I came here in hope to find strenght for what is my last chance to go down in history. I came here to summon the might of the old n.Die clan, of which I once was a member. I came here to make sure that my undisputed reign over the Starcraft scene will start soon, and will last until my last ennemies give up their thoughts of ever attaining my level of dominance. I am the Silver Surfer, and I shall become the Unending Zerg."
"I see. You are not alone in your quest."
The man went back on his legs and turned towards soO. The darkness of the room did not allow soO to see his face, but his strong voice made itself be heard once more.
"I know quite a bit about second places, soO. I also know about failure and that horrific feeling of playing badly all year long without endless training doing anything to it. The only thing I can do to help you is to tell you to believe in yourself. You are incredibly gifted, you have an amount of skill few can match, and you slained my old enemy. You will succeed, although as it is written that SKT Zergs shall never know success, you will only succeed once before fading into oblivion."
soO still couldn't see the man's face, although the stranger was just one meter away from a ray of light coming from the outside.
"Who are you?"
"I have been covered in glory and trophies ; I have been seen as the best of my kind, a gifted prodigy that all feared. Then I lost it all. I came here to find my old self. I didn't came here to start my unending reign, I came here to get my throne back."
soO's breath stopped as the man advanced towards the ray of light.
"I am the Tyrant."
The man walked into the ray of light. soO could see his face now, a face that age, loss and anger had made even more impressive and dominant than in his prime.
"I am Lee Jae Dong."