Ruins.

Titus looked around at the carnage. In the middle of the sandy desert two miles out from Stickpage, sat a combination of crumbled stone and various objects you'd find in a building. Sand blew onto the destroyed stone, covering it up somewhat. The wind blew again, creating dust clouds going up into the sky as Titus sat on a large piece of jagged gray stone.

He didn't really know what to do about his emotions. He wasn't really surprised the place had fallen, but he had wished it wouldn't have been so soon.

When Titus had first arrived, the clan was at a state of unrest as it was. A month passed. Cyber Virus, their clan mate, had been on edge for a while at the time. He was too rageful, to put it lightly. But he was kept because he was loyal to the clan. And when Arvine, the leader, went missing, he finally lost it. In his rage, he destroyed the entire building and went into the desert. He hadn't been seen since.

Beside him was a young man by the name of Lucario, with blue eyes and the hair to match. He had a fur collared vest on and normal jeans, along with a hanging tooth around his neck. He was the only member other than himself left. They both had been staring into the horizon morosely for quite some time now.

Titus sighed heavily and stood up from the jagged stone, his feet sinking a bit into the hot sand. He looked to his right, to where his room used to be. It was all a wreck like everything else, except there was also pieces of wood from his desk everywhere. His bed had been completely flattened, and the big hunk covered in sand that was once his television sat next to it. Just when he was about to give up on his search for what he wanted, he saw a glint near the ground. He looked down to find a handle.

Titus smiled slightly and ran to the handle. He took it out through the sand to find his sand covered Massacre. He brushed the sand off to find it still good as new. Next to that sat a picture frame, the glass covered in sand.

He blew the sand off to find his painting of Sidney, her smile still as beautiful as ever as she sat on the bench. Just looking at that made him smile, even with the circumstances.

He took the painting out of the picture frame and folded it up before putting it into his pocket while he put Massacre into it's respective holster. He was happy he found the only two things in this room he really cared for.

Titus turned around to find Lucario looking at him. Luke's blue eyes and Titus' dark green ones locked, waiting for the other to say something.

Luke was the first to say something. "I'm going to be leaving. Wander the desert and maybe find some people to fight,"

Titus wasn't surprised in the slightest. Like himself, Luke was a wanderer at heart. He had came here to fight and Stickpage was good for it. But he didn't like being confined for too long, and the clan was one of the only reasons he had stayed.

"I'm going to say my goodbyes to the other gladiators and leave too." Titus replied. He was itching to leave too. He denied the thought in the back of his mind of becoming attached to this place.

More silence. They stood there, taking in the fallen clan. There was no way to fix it now. It was just ruins for the sand to completely cover up over time.

Luke broke the silence again as he patted Titus on the shoulder and smiled. "Maybe I'll see you around some day, friend."

Titus smiled back. "Maybe, friend."

And with that, Lucario turned on his heels and walked into the desert as Titus walked back to the city of Stickpage.

***

After about two days time, Titus had finally said goodbye to all of the gladiators and went to leave, nothing but his painting, his knife, and the clothes on his back. There was no cheering or crying, no parties to remember him. Nobody even stood to watch him go. He just wasn't around long enough to be noticed, he guessed. With that realization, he went into the shadows and quietly left the city, ready to wander once again.

Until a familiar voice stopped him.

"Titus! Wait!"

Titus turned to the city gates. There stood Lucario, running towards him. He stopped and held onto his knees, panting.

"Gah, I've been looking for you," Luke said.

Titus looked down to see papers in his hand. They looked like registration papers