Prologue
Its funny when you think someone actually cared about you. And its even funnier when that person is your brother.
Of course, being separated at five years old doesn’t help. Not being able to grow up together, and still, somehow doing it is remarkable.
And then, meeting up ten years later and not knowing it…..
But honestly, as I stood there looking right at him, any traces that indicated that he was my brother were gone.
He wasn’t himself anymore. Him standing there with that malevolent look in his eyes told me so.
I should have guess. Considering my past I should have seen this coming.
I should have known that trusting someone, anyone for that matter, would have put my in grave danger.
It didn’t matter though. Because all in all, I was here, in the middle of a battle field. I was fighting with people that had the same belief as me. People that I knew wouldn’t leave me. And most importantly, I was here to stop what the horrible parents of this era had started. I was here, for all of the children and teenagers of this world.
And I was here for me……
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hm. . . . . i like the name of the story =3