My name is Seth Thompson, I'm a introvert
and I don't particularly like people. We are
warring creatures by nature, we kill, steal
and conquer for shits and giggles. The
strong and smart thrive at the top of the
pecking order while the weak willed and
the unfortunate get taken advantage of, the
whole world is diseased and rotten to it's
very core, as a kid I always dreamed of
being a hero but reality is harsh and once
the dreamer wakes, the dream vanishes
and all that's left is a memory. Every last
dream without a exception, the only way
dreams ever come true is if you plan in
advance and have the necessary tools at
your disposal, only then do dreams come
true and those who say otherwise are fools
that are blinded by their own opinions. I
am one of those fools, I did not have the
tools or the skills at first to be a merc, I had
to take ideas and craft them with tools but
in the end I did become a merc, but being a
merc was never my dream, to become a
hero was my dream. To quote a a favorite
man from history, 'there is nothing either
good or bad, but thinking about it makes it
so.' -William Shakespeare. When I first read
that, only then did I realize such a dream
was unattainable, just look at history. Every
person in history is held as a hero in
someway, only the victorious write history,
what one person may deem evil another
may see them as a hero. Two sides of the
same coin, rambling aside I live with my
over religious grandmother, I stay with her
Monday through Thursday and spend
Friday and Saturday with my aunt and
uncle, also it just so happens to be Friday. I
get out of bed and open my eyes, my
grandmother and grandfather built this
house a long time ago, on the outside it was
it looked just like any modern house but on
the inside it looks old and classic with brick
walls, rock walls. I get my daily cereal for
breakfast and brew some coffee, it was
January 5th 2016, GED hasn't started up yet
so I figured I'd see my aunt and uncle
before classes start up again. After
breakfast I change out of my pajamas into a
black long sleeve shirt, black jacket, black
belt to go with my blue jeans then spike my
YOU ARE READING
Artificial
ActionA boy that always dreamed of being a hero that became a mercenary, Which became a demon. Follow Seth as he goes on a journey that blurs the lines of black and white, a corrupt system and equally corrupt race of higher beings. Can Seth fix both sides...
