dualseeker
Smash Ace
My first FanFiction. Please review and tell me your thoughts on it. Please give constructive criticism if you have any. Rated T for Mild Language, and Violence.
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PROLOGUE
He awakens, with no memories of his past. Soon, the cogs of destiny are set in motion. As events unfold, truths are revealed. And new friends are made. A man’s quest for the truth begins.
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CHAPTER 1: AWAKENING
As he prepared for his journey, He wondered if he was going to find out anything of his past by going there. He closed his eyes, and took a moment to reminisce of how he got here.
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5 YEARS AGO:
He opened his eyes suddenly, as if he awoke from a horrible nightmare. He searched his mind, only to find that he remembered next to nothing except for the basic things of life. All he remembered was seeing a bright light, someone shouting, and the feeling of being split in two. As he lied there for a while more, he realized he was in some kind of box. He tried opening it, but to no avail. So he pushed with all his might and the lid flew into the air. He arose out of his confinement and turned to look at the thing he was in. He soon realized it was a coffin. “Was I dead?” He thought to himself. He soon realized he held something in his hand, it was a bow-like thing, and the two ends were as sharp as swords. After toying with it a little he found that he was able to split it in two. He also found that he was carrying a shield that reflected every image like a mirror. He then noticed that he was wearing a white, Greek like toga, and had a black shirt and black shorts underneath.
After examining the bow even more, he took time to survey his surroundings. He found that he was in a barren plain. Even though he was in a coffin, he wasn’t in a cemetery. And there was no church nearby. After looking around more he saw a group of lights that seemed far off. And he headed towards them.
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He finally made it to the group of lights. It actually turned out to be a small city. He entered the city and as he walked around he got strange stares. One group of two people seemed mortified by him. Pointing at him with quivering fingers, they soon shouted: “He has wings!!”
“I-I have wha-…?” He looked behind him and saw that he did have wings! And they were the whitest shade of white. He touched them and was amazed that they were a part of him. “I have wings!” He thought happily. He tried moving them, but when he did, it felt as if they had not been moved in years, and he winced in pain. He looked back at the two people and saw that they were quivering and seemed afraid of him.
“We have to tell him!!” And they ran off. He was confused by their behavior, but didn’t think much about it. The joy of having wings was great. He tried flapping them for a while, and could actually lift himself up a few inches off the ground. But he decided he would not try flying yet, as it still hurt a little to move them.
After daydreaming about the things he could do with wings, he set out to find an inn to rest in. And as he walked, stares of all kinds were shot at him.
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As he walked around the barren city, he finally found an inn that was open.
“Hello and welcome to…!” The receptionist gasped as she looked up to look at him from behind her desk. He started to feel uncomfortable about having wings with all the people looking at him.
“To the Full Moon…” She finished her sentence with a fraction of the enthusiastic volume she started with. After staring at him for a long time, he said:
“I’m sorry…” He felt a bit guilty for startling the girl.
“It’s quite alright…” She said, still awestruck. After a moment of silence she asked, “U-Um… Would you like to stay with us?”
“Um… Yes.”
“Well, it’s 40 gold a night.”
“Oh! Uh.” He quickly searched his pockets to find he had nothing. In despair he said “I-I don’t have any money.”
The waiter was about to send him away, but out of some pity that arose from nowhere she said “Please, it’s on the house.”
“Oh! I-It’s okay! I’m sorry I don’t have anything.”
“I said it’s on the house! Now you can eat your fill at our tavern. But only drinks of water are free.” She said sternly.
Even though water was the only free thing, it sounded like heaven now that he noticed that he felt extremely parched.
“All I need is your name, sir.” She asked.
“My name?”
“Yes, your name, please?”
He searched his mind for some kind of name, but he found none. “I don’t even remember my own name? How can that be? Amnesia…? There are so many holes in my head. In fact it feels empty… What’s my past…?”
“Um, sir? Your name?” The receptionists question snapped him back to reality.
“My name is…” After a while he suddenly spoke out confidently “Vane.”
“Alright, mister Vane, your room is the second door on the right.” She said cheerfully as she handed him the keys. “Please, enjoy yourself in our tavern Mr. Vane.” She said with a smile.
“Thank you.” Vane said with uncertainty. “Vane… Is that even my real name? How did I lose my memory?” He soon left his thoughts alone and he headed for the tavern.
As he opened the door, he saw all kinds of people. Most were drunk. He headed over to the bar and asked for water, which the waiter quickly brought to him. As he drank the water, he felt refreshed and reinvigorated. It felt like he hadn’t drank for days. As he gulped the last drop of water, he quickly asked for another. As he waited for the next glass, he noticed the tavern had become silent. He looked behind him and saw everyone staring at him… Again. “Not again.” He thought complaining, “I know it must be uncommon for someone to have wings, but do they really have to stare THAT much?”. He quickly received his next glass of water, and gulped it down happily. He put his glass down when he was finished. He thanked the waiter, and started to head out to his room. But as he started to head out of the tavern, the door slammed open and two men appeared.
“Those are the same ones as before.” Vane remembered. They didn’t seem afraid anymore.
“It’s him!!” They shouted, “He’s the one with the bounty on his head!!”
“What!?” Vane didn’t know what he had done for a bounty to be placed on his head. But, to his horror, people that had weapons and armor started to rise from their seats, and the two men started to walk towards him. They all pulled out swords of different shapes and sizes. There were a total of four people who headed toward him. The rest had either run away, or stayed and bet if Vane was going to survive or not.
One suddenly rushed towards him swinging his sword. And Vane, out of instinct, used his bow-like sword to repel the attack. He quickly jumped back and pulled them apart, holding one in a back-hand position, and holding the other normally. “These swords are short… I’ll have to be careful not to get hit.” He thought strategically.
The same one rushed towards him again, but this time he was ready. As soon as the other man’s sword made contact with him, he repelled it again; but this time he made the man stagger back, and Vane used that time to give a quick slash to the man’s left arm. The man yelped in pain and clutched his left arm. Vane had given him a non-lethal cut, and the man soon retreated. Although, the others stayed their ground.
Vane readied himself for the next attack, and the next man rushed towards him. This time, Vane swiftly dodged the attack, but the man was not done. The man made another vertical swing at Vane, and he dodged it again; although, this time Vane saw an opening. He quickly spun around 180 degrees and kicked the man in the stomach hard with his right foot. The man’s breath was knocked out of him, and he fell into a table, breaking it in two.
Then suddenly the two left both made a rush at him, one from behind and one from in front of him. They both swung and Vane had to use both his blades to guard against them. Their blades were locked with each other, and neither side was gaining the edge. So, Vane quickly shifted out from between the men, parrying their blades so that the pressure they were putting against him would make their swords hit the ground, and the men almost tripped. As both of them were bending over due to their swords going to the ground, Vane gave one a hard kick in the stomach knocking him out. The other unhooked his sword from the ground and gave a quick swing at Vane, which he dodged.
Vane moved to the edge of the tavern as the man slowly approached him. “D-mn! Don’t they take a hint!?” He thought angrily. He felt that he was out of options as his back was to the wall.
But then he put his two swords back together into a bow and suddenly pulled out an ethereal Arrow. The man rushed at him, and Vane let go of the Arrow. The Arrow flew straight into the man’s right thigh on his leg, and the man fell.
As Vane looked over the bar, panting heavily, he saw the three men on the floor groaning in pain. And the onlookers amazed that he had survived. “Fighting must be the only thing I remember…” He thought sadly. “But why would I know how to fight?”
“He’s there!” A man shouted from the entrance to the tavern. It was the man that had his left arm cut. And then, ten more men with weapons filed into the tavern.
“D-mn not again. I haven’t done anything!” Vane shouted in frustration. “That’s too many to take on. And there’s nowhere to run to. What should I do?”
“Hey you!”
Vane turned around as he heard the feminine voice call out for him. He saw that it belonged to a cloaked figure. She came out of a trap door that was in the floor, next to the bar. She held out her hand and said “Come with me!”
“How do I know you’re not trying to kill me?” Vane asked.
“Well if you DON'T come with me you WILL be killed!”
“Good point.”
Vane agreed and ran towards the trap door.
“WAIT!!” The men called after him. But Vane was already through the trap door, and the cloaked woman closed it shut.
As a crowd gathered around where they had disappeared, one man asked “How did she do that? There was no trap door there before.”
“It disappeared when she closed it!” Added another person.
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As they ran in the underground for a while, Vane thought to himself “Who is this person? I have to be careful in case she does try to kill me. I’ll have to be ready.” And he tightened the grip on his bow.
After running for a while, they came to an underground lake that lit up the cavern walls with patterns of the blue serene water. They both stopped a while to catch their breath.
“Who are you?” Vane asked after a while.
“You’ll find out soon.” She said plainly.
“Why did you save me?”
“Because I know that you can help me and my friends.”
“What are you talking about?”
But she did not answer his question. All she did was take his hand and placed an embroidered handkerchief in his hand. It contained the symbol of a circle with a cross that intersected at the lower left hand corner of the sphere.
“What’s this?”
“In the future, you’ll understand. Always follow your instincts, and you’ll understand. I’ll hide your wings for you.” She waved her hand, spoke a few words and his wings became invisible. “Till we meet again.”
She started to make movements with her hands and mumble a few words, and a green wind surrounded her.
“Wait!” Vane shouted, but she was gone, and the green wind had disappeared.
After standing for a while, he surveyed his surroundings and saw that there was only a path forward. The path that they came from had disappeared.
“I guess I’m going this way then.”
And he walked. After walking a while he reached the surface through another trap door. It opened into a street. When he closed it, though, it disappeared. “How odd.” He thought.
“Well, the other hotel won’t work, I guess I’ll have to find another one… But my wings…?” He soon noticed that they were gone, but when he reached he could still feel them. “She must have cloaked them… I guess I’ll go find somewhere to stay… But what about money?” He soon noticed that something heavy was in his left pocket. He reached in and found an adequate amount of gold was there.
“How did I get this?”
After pondering he guessed that lady gave it to him.
He looked ahead, and, determined, he set out to start out his life, and find out his lost memories that were locked in his mind.
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5 DAYS AGO:
Ever since then, he had decided to live the life of a fighter, participating in tournaments all over. Winning had become easier after he found out how to use the shield three years ago. Although, he wished he could use his wings, it would make things easier.
He went to the local tavern and perused the bulletin board that contained the listings for upcoming tournaments. As he looked around, only a few seemed interesting, but the prizes were not exactly impressive. He looked a bit more and suddenly laid his eyes on one that seemed to stick out from the rest. He found other people crowding to it as well.
The poster had a large circle with a cross that intersected at the bottom left of it, dividing it into four pieces. It was called “The Duel of Souls”.
“That symbol!” He thought excitedly. He quickly pulled out the Handkerchief that he had kept ever since the woman gave it to him. He looked over the rest of it, reading the rules and when it would start. The description read:
This tournament is an elimination tournament consisting of 60 contestants. Any number of people may join. In the first day, preliminaries will be held, narrowing the number of participants to 64 contestants. This tournament will have 6 rounds. It will be held at the Super Smash Bros. Coliseum, located in the Super Smash Bros. Kingdom. It will be held on May 25th. Register today!
“That’s 5 days from now!” He hurried to the desk where they registered themselves for tournaments. He received his ticket and went to the train station to buy a ticket to go to the Smash Kingdom. Excitement filled his heart and he found himself counting the days until it would start.
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PRESENT DAY:
He opened his eyes. He stood in front of the entrance to the train. He soon put his thoughts about his brief past aside, clutching the handkerchief the woman had given to him.
“She said we’d meet again… But will she keep her word?”
He took a deep breath, and stepped inside the train. He looked behind him, and the train doors closed.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Super Smash Bros. or it's characters in any way shape or form. Please don't sue me.
The name, and I do stress the NAME, Vane created by me.
Please review, and thanks for reading ^__^!
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Forgotten Memories
PROLOGUE
He awakens, with no memories of his past. Soon, the cogs of destiny are set in motion. As events unfold, truths are revealed. And new friends are made. A man’s quest for the truth begins.
__________________________________________________________________________
CHAPTER 1: AWAKENING
As he prepared for his journey, He wondered if he was going to find out anything of his past by going there. He closed his eyes, and took a moment to reminisce of how he got here.
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5 YEARS AGO:
He opened his eyes suddenly, as if he awoke from a horrible nightmare. He searched his mind, only to find that he remembered next to nothing except for the basic things of life. All he remembered was seeing a bright light, someone shouting, and the feeling of being split in two. As he lied there for a while more, he realized he was in some kind of box. He tried opening it, but to no avail. So he pushed with all his might and the lid flew into the air. He arose out of his confinement and turned to look at the thing he was in. He soon realized it was a coffin. “Was I dead?” He thought to himself. He soon realized he held something in his hand, it was a bow-like thing, and the two ends were as sharp as swords. After toying with it a little he found that he was able to split it in two. He also found that he was carrying a shield that reflected every image like a mirror. He then noticed that he was wearing a white, Greek like toga, and had a black shirt and black shorts underneath.
After examining the bow even more, he took time to survey his surroundings. He found that he was in a barren plain. Even though he was in a coffin, he wasn’t in a cemetery. And there was no church nearby. After looking around more he saw a group of lights that seemed far off. And he headed towards them.
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He finally made it to the group of lights. It actually turned out to be a small city. He entered the city and as he walked around he got strange stares. One group of two people seemed mortified by him. Pointing at him with quivering fingers, they soon shouted: “He has wings!!”
“I-I have wha-…?” He looked behind him and saw that he did have wings! And they were the whitest shade of white. He touched them and was amazed that they were a part of him. “I have wings!” He thought happily. He tried moving them, but when he did, it felt as if they had not been moved in years, and he winced in pain. He looked back at the two people and saw that they were quivering and seemed afraid of him.
“We have to tell him!!” And they ran off. He was confused by their behavior, but didn’t think much about it. The joy of having wings was great. He tried flapping them for a while, and could actually lift himself up a few inches off the ground. But he decided he would not try flying yet, as it still hurt a little to move them.
After daydreaming about the things he could do with wings, he set out to find an inn to rest in. And as he walked, stares of all kinds were shot at him.
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As he walked around the barren city, he finally found an inn that was open.
“Hello and welcome to…!” The receptionist gasped as she looked up to look at him from behind her desk. He started to feel uncomfortable about having wings with all the people looking at him.
“To the Full Moon…” She finished her sentence with a fraction of the enthusiastic volume she started with. After staring at him for a long time, he said:
“I’m sorry…” He felt a bit guilty for startling the girl.
“It’s quite alright…” She said, still awestruck. After a moment of silence she asked, “U-Um… Would you like to stay with us?”
“Um… Yes.”
“Well, it’s 40 gold a night.”
“Oh! Uh.” He quickly searched his pockets to find he had nothing. In despair he said “I-I don’t have any money.”
The waiter was about to send him away, but out of some pity that arose from nowhere she said “Please, it’s on the house.”
“Oh! I-It’s okay! I’m sorry I don’t have anything.”
“I said it’s on the house! Now you can eat your fill at our tavern. But only drinks of water are free.” She said sternly.
Even though water was the only free thing, it sounded like heaven now that he noticed that he felt extremely parched.
“All I need is your name, sir.” She asked.
“My name?”
“Yes, your name, please?”
He searched his mind for some kind of name, but he found none. “I don’t even remember my own name? How can that be? Amnesia…? There are so many holes in my head. In fact it feels empty… What’s my past…?”
“Um, sir? Your name?” The receptionists question snapped him back to reality.
“My name is…” After a while he suddenly spoke out confidently “Vane.”
“Alright, mister Vane, your room is the second door on the right.” She said cheerfully as she handed him the keys. “Please, enjoy yourself in our tavern Mr. Vane.” She said with a smile.
“Thank you.” Vane said with uncertainty. “Vane… Is that even my real name? How did I lose my memory?” He soon left his thoughts alone and he headed for the tavern.
As he opened the door, he saw all kinds of people. Most were drunk. He headed over to the bar and asked for water, which the waiter quickly brought to him. As he drank the water, he felt refreshed and reinvigorated. It felt like he hadn’t drank for days. As he gulped the last drop of water, he quickly asked for another. As he waited for the next glass, he noticed the tavern had become silent. He looked behind him and saw everyone staring at him… Again. “Not again.” He thought complaining, “I know it must be uncommon for someone to have wings, but do they really have to stare THAT much?”. He quickly received his next glass of water, and gulped it down happily. He put his glass down when he was finished. He thanked the waiter, and started to head out to his room. But as he started to head out of the tavern, the door slammed open and two men appeared.
“Those are the same ones as before.” Vane remembered. They didn’t seem afraid anymore.
“It’s him!!” They shouted, “He’s the one with the bounty on his head!!”
“What!?” Vane didn’t know what he had done for a bounty to be placed on his head. But, to his horror, people that had weapons and armor started to rise from their seats, and the two men started to walk towards him. They all pulled out swords of different shapes and sizes. There were a total of four people who headed toward him. The rest had either run away, or stayed and bet if Vane was going to survive or not.
One suddenly rushed towards him swinging his sword. And Vane, out of instinct, used his bow-like sword to repel the attack. He quickly jumped back and pulled them apart, holding one in a back-hand position, and holding the other normally. “These swords are short… I’ll have to be careful not to get hit.” He thought strategically.
The same one rushed towards him again, but this time he was ready. As soon as the other man’s sword made contact with him, he repelled it again; but this time he made the man stagger back, and Vane used that time to give a quick slash to the man’s left arm. The man yelped in pain and clutched his left arm. Vane had given him a non-lethal cut, and the man soon retreated. Although, the others stayed their ground.
Vane readied himself for the next attack, and the next man rushed towards him. This time, Vane swiftly dodged the attack, but the man was not done. The man made another vertical swing at Vane, and he dodged it again; although, this time Vane saw an opening. He quickly spun around 180 degrees and kicked the man in the stomach hard with his right foot. The man’s breath was knocked out of him, and he fell into a table, breaking it in two.
Then suddenly the two left both made a rush at him, one from behind and one from in front of him. They both swung and Vane had to use both his blades to guard against them. Their blades were locked with each other, and neither side was gaining the edge. So, Vane quickly shifted out from between the men, parrying their blades so that the pressure they were putting against him would make their swords hit the ground, and the men almost tripped. As both of them were bending over due to their swords going to the ground, Vane gave one a hard kick in the stomach knocking him out. The other unhooked his sword from the ground and gave a quick swing at Vane, which he dodged.
Vane moved to the edge of the tavern as the man slowly approached him. “D-mn! Don’t they take a hint!?” He thought angrily. He felt that he was out of options as his back was to the wall.
But then he put his two swords back together into a bow and suddenly pulled out an ethereal Arrow. The man rushed at him, and Vane let go of the Arrow. The Arrow flew straight into the man’s right thigh on his leg, and the man fell.
As Vane looked over the bar, panting heavily, he saw the three men on the floor groaning in pain. And the onlookers amazed that he had survived. “Fighting must be the only thing I remember…” He thought sadly. “But why would I know how to fight?”
“He’s there!” A man shouted from the entrance to the tavern. It was the man that had his left arm cut. And then, ten more men with weapons filed into the tavern.
“D-mn not again. I haven’t done anything!” Vane shouted in frustration. “That’s too many to take on. And there’s nowhere to run to. What should I do?”
“Hey you!”
Vane turned around as he heard the feminine voice call out for him. He saw that it belonged to a cloaked figure. She came out of a trap door that was in the floor, next to the bar. She held out her hand and said “Come with me!”
“How do I know you’re not trying to kill me?” Vane asked.
“Well if you DON'T come with me you WILL be killed!”
“Good point.”
Vane agreed and ran towards the trap door.
“WAIT!!” The men called after him. But Vane was already through the trap door, and the cloaked woman closed it shut.
As a crowd gathered around where they had disappeared, one man asked “How did she do that? There was no trap door there before.”
“It disappeared when she closed it!” Added another person.
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As they ran in the underground for a while, Vane thought to himself “Who is this person? I have to be careful in case she does try to kill me. I’ll have to be ready.” And he tightened the grip on his bow.
After running for a while, they came to an underground lake that lit up the cavern walls with patterns of the blue serene water. They both stopped a while to catch their breath.
“Who are you?” Vane asked after a while.
“You’ll find out soon.” She said plainly.
“Why did you save me?”
“Because I know that you can help me and my friends.”
“What are you talking about?”
But she did not answer his question. All she did was take his hand and placed an embroidered handkerchief in his hand. It contained the symbol of a circle with a cross that intersected at the lower left hand corner of the sphere.
“What’s this?”
“In the future, you’ll understand. Always follow your instincts, and you’ll understand. I’ll hide your wings for you.” She waved her hand, spoke a few words and his wings became invisible. “Till we meet again.”
She started to make movements with her hands and mumble a few words, and a green wind surrounded her.
“Wait!” Vane shouted, but she was gone, and the green wind had disappeared.
After standing for a while, he surveyed his surroundings and saw that there was only a path forward. The path that they came from had disappeared.
“I guess I’m going this way then.”
And he walked. After walking a while he reached the surface through another trap door. It opened into a street. When he closed it, though, it disappeared. “How odd.” He thought.
“Well, the other hotel won’t work, I guess I’ll have to find another one… But my wings…?” He soon noticed that they were gone, but when he reached he could still feel them. “She must have cloaked them… I guess I’ll go find somewhere to stay… But what about money?” He soon noticed that something heavy was in his left pocket. He reached in and found an adequate amount of gold was there.
“How did I get this?”
After pondering he guessed that lady gave it to him.
He looked ahead, and, determined, he set out to start out his life, and find out his lost memories that were locked in his mind.
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5 DAYS AGO:
Ever since then, he had decided to live the life of a fighter, participating in tournaments all over. Winning had become easier after he found out how to use the shield three years ago. Although, he wished he could use his wings, it would make things easier.
He went to the local tavern and perused the bulletin board that contained the listings for upcoming tournaments. As he looked around, only a few seemed interesting, but the prizes were not exactly impressive. He looked a bit more and suddenly laid his eyes on one that seemed to stick out from the rest. He found other people crowding to it as well.
The poster had a large circle with a cross that intersected at the bottom left of it, dividing it into four pieces. It was called “The Duel of Souls”.
“That symbol!” He thought excitedly. He quickly pulled out the Handkerchief that he had kept ever since the woman gave it to him. He looked over the rest of it, reading the rules and when it would start. The description read:
This tournament is an elimination tournament consisting of 60 contestants. Any number of people may join. In the first day, preliminaries will be held, narrowing the number of participants to 64 contestants. This tournament will have 6 rounds. It will be held at the Super Smash Bros. Coliseum, located in the Super Smash Bros. Kingdom. It will be held on May 25th. Register today!
“That’s 5 days from now!” He hurried to the desk where they registered themselves for tournaments. He received his ticket and went to the train station to buy a ticket to go to the Smash Kingdom. Excitement filled his heart and he found himself counting the days until it would start.
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PRESENT DAY:
He opened his eyes. He stood in front of the entrance to the train. He soon put his thoughts about his brief past aside, clutching the handkerchief the woman had given to him.
“She said we’d meet again… But will she keep her word?”
He took a deep breath, and stepped inside the train. He looked behind him, and the train doors closed.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Super Smash Bros. or it's characters in any way shape or form. Please don't sue me.
The name, and I do stress the NAME, Vane created by me.
Please review, and thanks for reading ^__^!