Golden warrior

Flashback

As Andrew passed out on the floor of his house. He went into deep flashbacks. His mind swirled around like a blender, white and black flashed in his mind. A scenery popped up, flooding into his mind. Of an event that happened four years ago. He watched it play out as if he was just a spectator. Andrew was twelve while Roman and Chris were ten. His eyes following his past self and brothers every movement. Andrew with his brothers were all walking into town, to meet up with their father. As they were walking Roman ran ahead, he always had a great connection with their father. He never really got along with their mom just thief father. He ran through the streets ahead of Andrew and Christopher. Shifting back to Andrews view, he watched himself and his brother Chris still walking. As they were walking they decided to stop st the training arena and spar for a bit. Roman ran ahead so they decided to give him and their father some alone time. So the two walked into the training arena. Andrew walked over too the wall and pulled his golden sword he used ever since he was eleven. Chris walked over to the wall and grabbed a bow staff. Chris loved using staff's and actually excelled in using them. They both separated and were ten feet from each other. Taking tgier spots, both bowed to show respect they have as brothers. Before Andrew taking the first step, charging at his younger brother. Taking his sword holding it out in front of him as he ran, he reached his brother and swung his sword in a ninty degree arc, slashing down. Chris easily blocked it moving his staff up as the middle met with the blade. Chris then twisted his staff, as the sword flung out of his hands.

The sword hit the floor, as chris thrusted his staff hitting Andrew in the gut. Andrew staggered backwards from the hut and hurled over a bit instantly grabbing his stomach. Chris waited for Andrew to recover his senses. Once he did he charged thus time, swinging the staff around so the back of it contacted with the front of Andrews head. Though Andrew watched his pass self get cracked in the skull. He remembered what happened even before this memory. This was his first defeat by his younger brother and upset him greatly. Andrew got smacked in the skull, instantly dropping so he was defeated. Chris walked over to him with a large smile on his face. Looking down at Andrew and offered a hand out to help him up. Andrew grabbed his hand standing up, as blood dripped heavily from his head. He put one hand on his head to cover up the bleeding. Andrew hung up his sword as well as Chris hanging up his staff. An whole hour passed since Roman ran ahead. They had to catch up so they took off out of the training arena to head to their father. Heading back into town from the training arena to their father at the factory he works at. They get to the factory and police are there, with Roman outside crying. They both ran inside pushing past the police force, seeing a dead covered up body. Running to it Andrew uncovered the body. From the facial hair and light blue eyes he could tell it was his father. Tears fell from his face as he dropped to the ground. Police coming in dragging him out, as he was then thrown to Roman and Chris. Andrew curled up in the ball, switching back to the view he saw himself and remembered how he curled into a ball.

"I will avenge you father..." Roman said. Andrew then woke up from his state of passing out. Walked over to the couch still injured and rested, against the couch.

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Sorry for the short chapter I went through a writers block. Next chapter will be worth it though do remember to..

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