Warrior Fire
Warrior Fire
It was taken as a count to evil nation.
They had taken over the realms world of everything as there won.
None of though didn't exist.
Turns and well betrayal what came into it being in this state.
One of which of the good was killed out of existence.
It was pre evil.
There wrath and power of what they want things to be was into action.
No one could stop them.
No one could.
One of a child stood out the rest.
He had one best friend he could count on and see alive.
Life was pretty much the way he wanted to be as usual.
Him getting bullied he couldn't stand.
And won't let it him flame this pain of misery any longer.
He went in the cross fire to defend of trying too.
The way life was to him wasn't what he expected and cried in tears in his bedroom it getting beaten on to shut up being quiet.
As punishment.
To the end of the year in school, he had enough.
He waited until everyone was asleep.
He got out of bed.
Went to grab a Sherpa knife.
Training on punching it again and again.
As well kicking it.
The hard shell steel item.
Screaming in his head of his mind.
Blood and cuts he felt and that splattered everywhere.
Punching other harder things then that.
It being furniture.
The bones cracking, his body feeling in agony pain he didn't care at all.
Kept going and going.
All until morning at of seven o'clock.
It being one more hour to go for school.
He was going to be bullied on messed up again to get up.
Trying to get him in trouble again.
But he was already up.
His eyes was red.
And his body of some was still Leo among blood on the floor.
He stared at her.
What do you want?"
He asked.
The sound of his voice she was creeped out.
Closed his door and left him alone.
He went to staring at his wall.
For the whole hour to go.
The finale of the games was upcoming up was just for the beginning.
His behavior got him to the higher heights.
