1. ~Where it all started~

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(Before you start reading i need to say that this is just an idea i gotted one night while drinking my black tea😃🔫
The picture's i put on are my own pictures,if i ever will)

I wanted to be a soldier.

No, that wasn't entirely true. I wanted many things, but being a soldier was always at the top of the list.

My parents, however, had other ideas for me. They wanted me to be a teacher, a nurse, or something they considered more "ladylike." Being a soldier was never an option in their eyes.

So, I kept my ambition a secret. From the moment I turned eighteen, I started training in secret. At dawn, I would wake up and run five miles before coming home, pretending I'd been sleeping like any other normal teenager. I taught myself to shoot and handle different guns by watching online videos. Hand-to-hand combat? I learned that from YouTube tutorials. I practiced in the woods behind our house where no one could see me. I was determined to become the best version of myself, even if it meant doing it alone.

One morning, as I finished my run, I noticed someone standing at the edge of the woods. My heart raced. Had I been discovered? I slowed down, approaching cautiously.

"Hey," the stranger called out. As I got closer, I realized he was even taller than he first appeared. His black hair whipped around in the wind, and despite the situation, he wore a friendly smile. There was a quiet confidence about him that made me feel slightly less tense.

"Who are you?" I asked, trying to sound braver than I felt.

"Enzo Fereano," he replied, extending a hand covered in tattoos. I couldn't help but notice the veins running along his arm. "I've been watching you."

My stomach twisted. "W-watching me?"

"Relax," Enzo laughed softly. "I'm not here to get you in trouble. Quite the opposite, actually."

I didn't take his hand. I had no reason to trust this man who had just appeared out of nowhere. "What do you mean?" I asked, locking eyes with him, trying to decipher his intentions.

"I know what you've been doing out here," he said, "and I think I can help."

"Why would you help me? We don't even know each other, and I'm sure I've never seen you before." I narrowed my eyes, skeptical.

Enzo shrugged. "Let's just say I have a soft spot for people with big dreams and the guts to chase them."

I studied him for a moment. He seemed sincere enough, but trust wasn't something I gave freely, not after everything I'd been through.

"Alright," I said after a pause. "What do you have in mind?"

Enzo's grin widened. "Meet me here tomorrow morning, same time. I'll show you."




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I have no idea when i post the next one,since school started. So bey for now (Follow me 👹🤝) I fixed some mistakes after ppl told me...so it kinda changed.

The  main reason why i started:
I was 9,looking back every girl was dressed as some kind of princess but that didn't stop me to be my favourite fighter from that old movie i always watched over and over again . I was so happy...i am still tho.
It gives me hope,knowing that there is a chance i can reach my dreams,because she did. She was the only one who fighted for the right,more like what she thought was "right".

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