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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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I've been around a while and heard alot of things but what really gets me is when people say they want to be there for you and to help you when times are looking bad, and i say dont make me laugh, theres nothing really anyone or anything can do to help me, I'm nothing but a lost soul fighting to survive.
I'm lost,alone and now no longer do I have that guiding light to help me find my way back to the beaten path many have taken before me.
All I ask is for someone to come to my side like I have done for many others and to just be there for me, to care for me and let me know everything is going to be ok, I cant keep pushing myself,fighting for every inch I have much longer.
I feel myself slowly slipping away back into the the depths of the shadows,back to a part of me I wish not to go, for that part of me is my ultimate foe, one who I cant destory with destorying myself.
I have no clue,not a single idea of what to do anymore, I do what I must and for now, I must stay strong so that my friends, those I hold close do not sway or lose their way.
For now I must hold tight and keep pushing and fighting my way foreward with the hope that someone might come to my aid, for I can not do this alone much longer......I may lose my self along the way
things 2 think about
A clear mind can topple even the strongest will.
Friendship is truly tested when it is time to share the burden.
When your enemy is certain you cannot act, victory is within your reach.
The only true test of courage is the last one
Erebus Shadow · Thu May 28, 2009 @ 11:01pm · 0 Comments |
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