The assassination of ko'lar

Prolouge The moment

August 9th, 4293
The assassination

I wasn't born. I wasn't created. I was just there. Amongst thousands of people. Minutes before the incident. Only minutes to interpret who I was before it happened. I was holding a knife imbedded with a green jewel in the center. As I rubbed my thumb along the jewel, flashes of my past that I never experienced were presented, telling me who I was. I was a seven year old orphan boy watching a man giving a speech because... Well, that was never clear to me. I just felt connected to the man in some way. He had dark brown hair, like mine, and was missing a hand. Then flashbacks came to me. A woman and a man, who appeared to be my parents, trapped in a burning house. Then a loud bang snapped me out of my memory piercing a hole through my leather jacket. Along with the loud bang, the mans chest bursted with blood, making a whole in his chest. Everyone screamed and ran, as I stood there feeling howling pain in the same place the man laying on the podium, had been shot. I cowered back slowly, falling to the ground. Before I blacked out I saw one more flashback. It was my father making the mechanical hand the man had attached to his arm.