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When I returned to my country, at first the powers I'd been given made me a miracle-worker among my people. I could rend the Earth asunder with nothing but raw will. I helped plant so many seeds -- I saved lives in the thousands with the strength of the ring they'd gifted me. I dug trenches for irrigation, and for a long time, there was less of the starvation, the death and hunger that my country was known for. 
 
 Of course, I heard the murmurings: The rumors of war. But they had always been there -- It's simple to push them to the background of your thoughts. And I had so much to do for the villagers. Eventually, the rumors of political upheaval subsided. We heard nothing at all, for a long time. 
 
 Until they came. 
 
 When the enviro-capitalists arrived, they claimed that they had already purchased the Earth we stood on from the government. They told us all that we were trespassing now, but that we could work the land for them: They would pay us a livable wage and keep us employed. When the deportations began, nobody believed it. Now, they speak of the camps in hushed tones. The stink of fear is everywhere. 
 
 Since that day, I've watched the trees fall down. I've watched mineshaft after mineshaft be dug, and I've seen the sky blackened with their smog. I know my country is lost. There is no more hope here. 
 
 But I refuse to let them have the world. 
 
 As I stepped out onto the boat, I knew that I had to find the others. Like me, long ago they had been gifted powers: They could control fire, and water... They could conjure hurricanes and control the hearts of men. With our powers combined, we could finally fight back. 
 We could resurrect him, at long, long last: 
 The only man capable of saving us from ourselves. 
 
 Captain Planet.
