Bound By Freedom.

Prologue

I remember it all like it was yesterday. My unkempt and nappy hair, my torn clothes, and especially my weakened body.

I especially remember the disheartening clanking of shackles with every step I took. A fearsome low-pitch voice mocking the pace at which I walked.

Tears fell down my eyes as spikes pierced my feet. A grave stench surrounding the boy that I was shackled to, one even worse than the stench that I carried.

I remember wondering if I was going to die that day, I hadn’t been fed in a while, and even though I was one of their strongest soldiers, they didn’t care; well actually they did, my starvation was just a means to tame me.

Bandor, the tyrant that had kidnapped all of us and created this hell. An ugly face with a body and soul to match. I had the shortest end of the stick because I was his favorite.

He knew that I had the best understanding of senergy, and I controlled the element of wind better than men thrice my age.

It got to a point where that didn’t matter; all because I had the will to be my own person, and they hated me for it. They wanted to groom us into tools, soldiers that didn’t get hungry, didn’t feel pain, and weren’t bound by emotions.

I’ll never forget the day it all changed, the day I was able to choose a new path. At first, I denied the path of becoming an unstoppable enforcer and chose death. That was before he came along. When he came along, a new path had been constructed, one that none of us had ever seen before.

A path with a sign so big you could never miss it, in big bold letters I saw the word “FREEDOM”.

Everyone was in awe when they saw a large group of soldiers standing at the entrance of the camp, but not me. I was starstruck by the boy who wasn’t wearing any military fabric.

A boy who looked my age, wearing a black tank top, with black shorts and brown sandals showing all ten toes. His purple dreads extended to his neck.

I could tell it in an instant, by the confident smile on his face and the giant Maul that he was carrying over his shoulder.

He was towered by men twice his size and up to four times his age, but out of all the people in that lineup, he was the strongest.