The legacy

                 Gentle Breeze wakes up in a strange white room. He looks around as a mare wearing a suit of black armor sat in the chair by the door.

"Where am I?" Gentle asked.

"The anti-life. Before you go to the afterlife." The mare said.

"Do you all wear black armor?" Gentle asked.

"No, that's just for their psychical form. I'm wearing the armor because I died wearing this design." The mare said.

"So, what do I do now?" Gentle asked.

"Will you can just go to the afterlife or you can join the Death Patrol and live again."

"Do I get to choose my new form?" Gentle asked.

"Yes." The mare said.

"By the way, what's your name?" Gentle asked.

"Ancient Question." Ancient said.

She walked out of the room to let him think.

"I'll join the Death Patrol." Gentle said.

He then found himself in a strange liquid embro. The liquid started to harden as he screamed for help. He then woke up in the headquarters of the Death Patrol. Hell.