Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

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By MANLY WADE WELLMAN He was the man of two planets, drawn through the blackness of space to save a nation from ruthless invaders. He was Yandro, the Stranger of the Prophecy—and he found that he was destined to fight both sides. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that Words formed themselves on my thick tongue, words that must have been spoken by so many reviving unfortunates through the ages: "Where am I?" And at once there was an answer: " " I knew the language of that answer, but where it came from—above, "How did I get here?" I demanded of the speaker. "It was ordered—by the Masters of the Worlds—that you should be brought from your own home planet, called Earth in the System of the yet again: "Who am I?" The voice had a note of triumph. "You do not know that. It is as well, Dondromogon." need to think. The voice was telling me that I had been snatched from worlds away, for a specified purpose here on whatever windswept planet Dondromogon might be. "Birth and beginning—destined leadership—" Fantastic! And yet, for all I could say to the contrary, unvarnishedly "It is a world the size of your native one," came words of information. birth. One face of Dondromogon ever looks to the light and heat, wherefore its metals run in glowing seas. The other face is ever away in cold darkness, with its air freezing into solid chunks. But because areas, between the hot and cold hemispheres, would be buffeted by mighty gales ... the voice was to be heard again: "War is fought between the two strips of habitable ground. War, unceasing, bitter, with no quarter asked, given or expected. Dondromogon was found and settled long ago, by adventurers from afar. Now come invaders, to reap the benefits of discovery and toil." A pause. "You find that thought unpleasant? You wish to right that wrong?" of the ." The voice became grand. "Suffice it that you were destiny." called Dondromogon, what manner of intelligent life bade defiance to heat and cold and storm, and built these stout structures, and now laid a curved stock to fit the palm of the hand, borne snugly in a holster. broad-faced middle-aged fellow. "Don't lie any more than you can help." level: "Why should I lie? Especially as I don't know who I am, or where I woke up out there in the dust storm, and I managed to come here for shelter." "He's a Newcomer spy," quoth the other. "Let's put him under arrest." "There's a bigger reward for capture than for warning," objected his friend in turn, "and whoever comes to take this man will claim 'capture.' I'll guard here, and you take him in, then we'll divide—" weapons." had first spoken. Then, to his comrade: "No reward, then." "I think there'll be a reward," was the rejoinder, and the second man's its scabbard. "If he's dead, we get pay for both warning and capture—" heavily. Triumphant laughter came from both adversaries. Then: "What's this?" gold-worked fillet bound her tawny hair back from a rosy, bold-featured her regard. "They wanted to kill me and be rewarded for a false story Beyond, it gave into several passages. She chose one of them and "Stranger," he said to me, "can you think of no better tale to tell than you now offer?" isn't it called?—I'm no more than an hour old. Accident or shock probably can tell what happened to put me in such a condition." manner. "The stranger of the prophecy!" he cried, in a voice that made us all study," he commanded. "On the shelf behind my desk, bring the great he said, intoning as if in formal prayer. "Pardon these short-sighted ones—deign to save us from our enemies—" generally does, you have committed a blasphemy." most respectful, "he will appreciate, like a good military mind, my caution against possible impostors." Old Sporr almost crowed. "You see? If he was a true imposter, he would come equipped with all plausible knowledge. As it is—" "As it is, he may remember that the Conquering Stranger is foretold "I still say you will understand my caution," he addressed me, with prove it. The prophecy even sketches a thumb-print—" And he held the It contained a full-page likeness, in color, of myself wrapped in a thumb-print—" Rohbar, field commander of this defense position," he said with crisp know?—are sent by the First Comers to save us from our enemies." "The Newcomers," supplemented Doriza. "They have taken the "Other Side" of Dondromogon, and would take our side as well. We defend ourselves defeat and crush them utterly!" quarters, your destiny, all await you." we must scrabble in the depths for life's necessities—chemicals to transmute into food, to weave into clothing, to weld into tools and The mention of food brought to me the thought that I was hungry. I said What—" with the utmost gingerly respect. The food was a pungent and filling jelly, a little bundle of transparent leaves or scraps like cellophane of which Sporr spoke. garment, a long strip of soft, close-woven fabric that spiralled around the torso from hip to armpit, the end looping over the left shoulder and giving full play to the arms. A gold-worked fillet bound of chest and shoulder, and legs robust enough to carry such bulk. The "I announce," he intoned into it. "I announce, I, Sporr, the reader and kissing it. "I serve Yandro," she vowed tremulously. "Now and forever—and happy that I was fated to live when he returned for the rescue of all Dondromogon." one tangled crossway after another. My questions she answered with a the dark side comes rushing under to fill the vacuum. Naturally, our strip of twilight country is never free of winds too high and fierce to fight. No crops can grow outside, no domestic animals flourish. We must pen ourselves away from the sky and soil, with stout walls and heavy life." which I now saw plainly to be synthetic. "The other side, where those you call the Newcomers dwell and fight," I reminded. "Is it also windswept? Why can two people not join forces and face toil and nature together? They should fight, not each other, but the elements." help, not even to conquer. They want to obliterate us. There is nothing to do—not for lifetimes—but to fight them back at the two poles." to Sporr, spry and clever " " Silence then, a silence which evidently I must break. I broke it: "Friends, I am among you with no more memory or knowledge than an infant. I hear wonderful things, of which I seem to be the center. Are "I am Gederr, senior of this Council," he purred. "If Yandro permits, I will speak simply. Our hopes have been raised by Yandro's return—the return presaged of old by those who could see the future, and more recently by the death in battle of the Newcomer champion, called Barak." "Barak was a brute—mighty, but a brute." Thus Gederr continued. encompass his destruction." He grinned, and licked his full lips. "Now, even as they are without their battle-leader, so we have ours." am expected to aid and lead and save the people of this world called Dondromogon. But I must know them before I can help."

<question>:
What statement best summarizes this article?

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A A man suffers memory loss and violence as he tries to rediscover himself on a new planet.
B A man greedily assumes power on a new planet at the expense of learning who he previously was on planet Earth.
C A man shockingly learns that he will be the savior of a distressed community on another planet.
D A man vows to end a war on a new planet after being threatened to by the inhabitants.

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C