It all started with a hero and a villian like most story's Zakarian sped towards his enemy Caine there's no point saying who's the villian there both the same in there own eyes they collide swords clashing untill Caine has had enough he puts his blade on his finger and smiles
Zakarian: no don't
Caine cuts his finger off and a white blearing light shines before my eyes open and I'm in my room
Me: *holy fuck why does this keep happening*
HEY GUYS AURHER HERE THOSE STARS MESND IN THERE HEAD
*No matter I should go have a shower* I get up and grab my school uniform and some mufti and head off for the shower*
Mum: hey darling you ok
Me: yeah yeah
I mumble as I walk into the bathroom and lock the door trying to wrap my head around my nightmere it's been happening for a few months after about ten minutes I walk out and sit down for breakfast I don't talk to anyone I'm deep in thought after I'm done I put my mufti in my bag and grab my headphones as I walk out the door I stare down the street as the warm but nice and frosty I sigh in happyness I start down the street and my head screams I grab it and my vision blurs when it clears theres a gray mist around and a bright purple light in the sky the city's in ruins and as fast as it came it left and my vision blureed and came back again and everything was fine
HEY EVERY ONE AUTHER HERE THIS IS CHAPTER ONE I KNOW IS SHORT BUT MAKE SURE TO COMMENT IF U WANT TO SEE MORE
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the twist
Fantasihey guys this is a story proving that heros don't always win this might be a one off or maybe a series who knows please comment letting me know
