Gemini yawned as he walked through the desert not far from his office. The sun was starting to set, so its wasn't as hot as it could be, which was great cause he was getting tired of the blisting heat that would come with the morning sun. Taking out a cigerette, he slowly lights it, and takes a shallow breath, before exhaling a cloud of smoke. Holding the cigerette between his lips, Gemini sat down underneath a palm tree that was growing nearby, and examined the glove on his right arm. and started to remember the day he was given it. You must always wear this glove Gemini, for you hold a dark power, that when not surpressed in your right arm, could not only kill you but harm the people around you. It had been over a hundred years ago since he had been given the glove. Now he was able to keep a hold on the power himself, and keep it to his right arm, but he continued to wear the glove, for he found it hard to throw away, it was a piece of his past that he didn't want to give up, and it was the only token he had of his master, that proved to him, that he helped him master something that he once feared.