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Long ago, I was once a happy child until the day I turned seven, hats when it started to go down hill for me. My mother and father, in fact my entire family/clan just got up and threw me aside like yesterdays trash. However, my grandfather, the head of the family told my mother that I would have to still be housed by her and put through school, which she did not refuse but you could tell she hated it. As time passed, I slowly learned why I was hated so much, why I was treated like nothing but trash, it was because I was marked as the black sheep of the family/clan all because of the star sign i was born under,along with the moon and time of day. Once I turned fourteen however, my grandfather,aka the head of the family want to talk with me. This little side show went on till i turned sixteen, and was blamed for his death which I had no hand in that doing but find myself wishing sometimes that I did,however I quickly rid myself of the idea. The day I turned eightteen however, I was thrown out of my mothers house which was to be expected, however what i didnt expect was her to move out of the city. I was left out on the streets alone,angered,vengefull and ready to do what I had to. I remember walking the streets for some time, a little more then two weeks before my friend and mentor Spaz found be and brought me to her house. There she gave me a place to stay for a while and cared for me like a older sister would a younger brother, she was the best. Shortly after moving from her place, I ran into an old friend who is in fact one of my best friends and yet another mentor,his name is Edward. I told him how spaz took me in and cared for me, and had trained me in all that she could, and right then and there, Edward decided to do the same. He trained me and passed down all he knew and all he could untill he felt I was ready to take off on my own. We parted ways and still talk to one another every once in a while, but his training along with Spaz's training has proven to be very usefull.
As I took off on my own, I had my own rules and my own code of honor, which has been revised and changed many times to co-inside with today. I'm what some would call a modern day samurai and my blade is not one of metal but one of skin,bone and blood, my blade is my hands. I do not fight unless there is no choice or if someone or something goes toe to toe with my code of honor or rules, thats one thing I cant and wont stand for. I have been known by many names, but many call me their friend, their shadow,their guardian from the shadows. i pray no one in their right mind awakens the beast within aka my emotionless state for thats when all my training truely comes into play. I can be in front of you on moment and behind you the next,not giving you the time to figure out what happened.
As I look at myself, I wonder and ask myself, what happen to that guy,the one who use to be a modern samurai? Have I really changed so much that I can no longer tell who I am as a person? As a warrior? I see how My comrads,allys,friends talk to me and look at me from my hometown, which makes me wonder more so if I have really changed that much? I guess the only answer is,time will tell
Erebus Shadow · Sat May 30, 2009 @ 09:06pm · 0 Comments |
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