Fraction

Chapter One

The streets were alive on a Friday Morning in Rome.

An my father & I  were heading to the Colosseum where you get your ranking number from weakest to strongest.

While we were walking I asked my father hey dad so like how many fighters are there in the world ?

My father answered me by saying "ehhh that's a pretty good question Antonio I really don't know, I mean when I got my ranking number, I was 9999, I was barely strong at all unlike your mother who actually began at 1000".

"Wow Mom was really strong huh", he said to his father.

They had just entered the Colosseum & found themselves amongst fighters.

You see once you entered into a fraction your number is displayed either on your left cheek or chest but that only happens when a fighter is near.

My father for being the man that he was, earned his name King from the come up of the century.

His number was 1 & when that number reappeared that was the first time I saw his number since mother had died.

An now this number reappeared.

Now walking in the hallways Antonio & his father were walking their way to the arena.

Concerned by the now glowing 1 on his father's left cheek he says to him Dad... Aren't you a bit concerned that someone might challenge you ?

He laughed historical for a few seconds an looked at me while we were finding our way to the arena & said " son, here in this forgotten place that was once a place of blood & glory, it is forbidden to fight another fighter, so this is the most safest place there is for any fighter ".

Oh, that's pretty cool but why are we here anyway Dad ? I asked

" Well  today is the day you become a fighter since today is your 13th birthday ", answers my father.

I stopped in the middle of the corridors & stared at my father as he carried on walking until he stopped as well.

He turned around & saw that I had stopped.

What's wrong Antonio ? He asked.

I on the other hand was just shocked by my father's words, I didn't realise he'd make me enter into a fraction so soon.

Dad am I really ready for this ? I asked so doubtfully.

My father smiled an then slowly made his way to me.

He bent down on one knee & looked me in my eyes an said to me, "son, you were born to fight there's is no reason for you to feel self doubt... Just believe in yourself son".

"But ...bb..but I don't wanna dishonor your good name with defeat dad", I responded.

My father just sighed an then he said, " kid I lost more fights than you could ever imagine, what did you actually think that I won my way to number 1... No son I won an I lost & lost an lost again but I never gave up so I trained everyday like a dog to get stronger, you've been ready for the past 5  years, I just wanted you to enjoy your remaining years as kid before you became a teenager not so long ago ".