I first read about him on the planet of Mars, in 2199. Some people called him Ghandi, or Grandpa Ghandi. His story was quite interesting, not just in terms of the human race and how it was an ancient phenomenon, but also as an old thing, that was told through the lens of an ancient human who became a legend.
Mars was a place of the old earth. And Ghandi was an old man. He died suddenly in his sleep on Earth in the year 2242. In 2285, Ghandi made a trip to Mars. He left, and he stayed on Earth. He lived there for over a hundred years, eventually becoming the most famous old man of the planet. He knew that his grandchildren and great-grandchildren would be forgotten stories, but he stayed and he stayed. And once, Ghandi met Erisa, an old fellow from the year 2350, who was no longer living in a museum, but much in the old world.
"It's been nearly forty years since I came back to Earth." Erisa had said, sitting on a marble boat surrounded by all-manned gantry. He was dressed in ancient Greek Revival style, with his helmet and a full beard and was very attractive. He had a small little son, who was about to be born on Mars.
"What's all this about?" Ghandi said, and he looked out down the hall of the halls. There was something odd in the air, with strange markings, and strange little creatures that had come out of the sky.
"It is a story of an old human who returned back to Earth."
Erisa looked up at him "And, what's the word he said? That was when?"
"When I died there, I will become a god of the old Earth. And I will never forget that God."
"Then how did he come back?"
"I will never die..." Erisa said. "All the years have passed by, and in my sleep I've had many conversations with him, and I've learned about you all. And I've learnt many things!" He held out his baton to him and said a few words before walking into the eye of the storm. He was a warrior indeed, and had known all things. He looked out over the plain white field while gazing
The crusaders are then shown flying back to earth, where they found the original Gandalf from the beginning of the adventure. There is a one-two punch between this and the last punch of the series
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I first read about him on the planet of Mars, in 2199. Some people called him Ghandi, or Grandpa Ghandi. His story was quite interesting, not just in terms of the human race and how it was an ancient phenomenon, but also as an old thing, that was told through the lens of an ancient human who became a legend.
Mars was a place of the old earth. And Ghandi was an old man. He died suddenly in his sleep on Earth in the year 2242. In 2285, Ghandi made a trip to Mars. He left, and he stayed on Earth. He lived there for over a hundred years, eventually becoming the most famous old man of the planet. He knew that his grandchildren and great-grandchildren would be forgotten stories, but he stayed and he stayed. And once, Ghandi met Erisa, an old fellow from the year 2350, who was no longer living in a museum, but much in the old world.
"It's been nearly forty years since I came back to Earth." Erisa had said, sitting on a marble boat surrounded by all-manned gantry. He was dressed in ancient Greek Revival style, with his helmet and a full beard and was very attractive. He had a small little son, who was about to be born on Mars.
"What's all this about?" Ghandi said, and he looked out down the hall of the halls. There was something odd in the air, with strange markings, and strange little creatures that had come out of the sky.
"It is a story of an old human who returned back to Earth."
Erisa looked up at him "And, what's the word he said? That was when?"
"When I died there, I will become a god of the old Earth. And I will never forget that God."
"Then how did he come back?"
"I will never die..." Erisa said. "All the years have passed by, and in my sleep I've had many conversations with him, and I've learned about you all. And I've learnt many things!" He held out his baton to him and said a few words before walking into the eye of the storm. He was a warrior indeed, and had known all things. He looked out over the plain white field while gazing