• In France, a small town called Limoges, He was just a simple country boy, named Spencer, and he had brown-green eyes, dark brown hair that looked black if there wasn’t enough light, and used to be very sensitive. Until that day came, he woke up and got dressed and ate his eggs. He went out to feed the chickens and plow the field, it was his 16th birthday. The chickens fed, and the field plowed, he milked the cows and then went to the house of his love. Elizabeth was beautiful, she had short brown hair, and deep beautiful brown eyes, she was about five foot three, with a face that was beautiful enough to rival the heavens, and each and every angel in it. The mere thought of spending the entire day with her as a present from his mother was enough to send tingles through him and warm his gut. He loved her, and the perfect day was just about to start, an entire day with her. He got to her house, and knocked, when she answered not knowing that he would surprise her by telling her the news that his mother had let him go to her house to spend an entire day with her.

    When he did she hugged him, and in her embrace he held her as close as he possibly could. They went back inside, and when she was changed out of her pajamas into her day clothing, went into the nearby forest. As they were there they found a log, and sat there and talked, they talked about their future together, about what they would do for a living, and how much they would travel to where. They spoke of how many children they would have, he said it was up to her and she said two, she wanted twins, a boy and a girl. He blushed at talking of having children, because he knew how they would get those children, and he had thought nothing better than the thought of spending the rest of his life bound to her, with their own children to raise. Then a Maghen soldier came, their army commander, he had blonde hair cropped back in a long tale that reached the middle of his back, off of his horse he would stand about 6 feet tall, he had grey eyes, and he was dressed in golden chain mail with thick leather armor underneath it, he had two daggers on his thigh sides, and a long sword on his waist. He took Elizabeth, and knocked out Spencer when he tried to take her back from him.

    When he woke several hours later the screams were less but still there. He began walking back to the town, but when he heard Elizabeth scream, he ran as fast as his legs could carry him, and he was always fast. So he was back in the town in almost no time. He found him, their commander, he was over her now dead body… and he was pulling up his lower armor. He had raped her, then killed her. He charged at him screaming, rage flowing into him completely. He simply brought his fist level with Spencer’s gut and hit him full force. He fell, and why he didn’t decide to kill him Spencer didn’t understand, but he wished he had.

    When they all left, one was left behind, dead. He looked over at the body of Elizabeth, knowing what he had done to her before he killed her enraged him even more. He saw the necklace that he had given her not the week before in her hand, he took it, and put it on. His heart went cold, and he picked up the dead soldiers sword, “I will avenge you Elizabeth. I swear it!”, he said the words letting his full emotion take over, and then as he tested the sword on a tree, the gem was in the hilt, no bigger than a quarter, but silver streaming like a twister in the center, green at the bottom of the twister shape, and it looked like the twister had fire in it, and an ocean lay behind the twister. He picked it up, and it sank into his hand, and he saw the lump move up his arm, and to his heart. He screamed in agony, his heart felt like it was going to blow up.

    The next thing he knew he was running through the burning forest towards the kingdom of the Maghen. Wind moving rapidly around him, the fire burning every obstacle, and the earth denting where he stepped, the puddles of water moved to the sides when he stepped in them, nothing touched him but the wind, and he was running faster than the fire could spread. He never stopped, for three days and two nights he ran, and then he was at the Maghen kingdom entrance, the two guards recognizing the clothing he wore as their opponents tried to stop him, but the metal on their spears and swords melted, the armor they wore did too, and it cooled and stuck to their skin, as though it had been welded on to them. They couldn’t move, and with one swift strike of the sword from the dead soldier, they were no more. He never even stopped running through any of it. He burst through the gates, and the guards on the inside met the same fate. He stormed into the castle, and found the Maghen army commander, next to their king who was in his rightful seat. HE stopped and pointed the blade at the commander, “You! You destroyed my town! You raped and killed my love! Now I will take all from you, as you have from me!”, he screamed the words, the commander laughed at him, and stepped in front of the king.

    ”This boy is the survivor I told you of, he is not worth time that we should spend planning on the next part of the enemy’s kingdom.”, he said the words and no sooner had his son walked in the door.

    “Father, Mother wishes to meet with you.”

    “She knows where I stand.”, his wife came in the door a few hours later, they forgot he was even there. ‘Perfect’ he thought to himself. He charged silently and killed his wife and son. No sooner had he done that had the commander’s daughter, and brother and his family as well, walked in to congratulate him on his victory. Spencer took three swift steps and they were dead, all of them without heads now, and laying on the ground, blood flowing from their necks. Spencer looked at the commander.

    “Now you will know my pain, and you shall live the rest of your life alone. What you have done to me is unforgivable, you killed my family, all of my friends, my instructor, and my love, all of the women in the village you and your men raped and then killed, and now, I leave you to know my pain, for your kingdom shall lie in ruins before the day is done.”, as soon as he said the words the commander charged, Spencer mimicked what the commander had done to him, and gave him one swift blow on the back of his head, knocking him out cold.

    He turned to the king of the Maghen, and pointed at him as he said the words, “You, ordered the attack on my village, you are the one responsible for my dead love, for my dead family, friends, even my instructor has died, and their blood, lies on your hands.”, he took the commanders weapon from his sheath, and threw the sword at the king, landing it right in his heart. He turned and walked out of the door, knowing what he could do, he took a torch, and set fire to a house, then using what he had come to know were his new power’s, he led the fire to touching house after house, and then person after person. The castle was the last thing he burned, but he made sure to place the commander in the ruins of an already burned down building before he burned the castle down. He gave the commander the fate that he had given to him. A life in a hell called loneliness.

    His goal complete, he opened a tree, and stepped in, he closed it up behind him. As the tree grew, he moved up, and into a branch, eventually, into a single seed. From there he was inside of that tree, and one of its seed’s, and so on, and one seed, the seed that he was in, was taken on the foot of someone who was there visiting, a tourist, and he found himself planted from the bottom of his shoe into a new soil, grass, and it was, by the feel of it, polluted, but as the tree grew so did he, until he reached his size again. He opened it, and stepped into a new world.