long ago, a war was waged.. as if that wasn't bad enough, a man was tortured for standing up for the weak, by all those who opposed the idea. In the end all he wanted was peace, but instead he was left with nothing but rage and revenge. He became no...
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long ago, in mid evil times, a war was waged, one so gruesome blood tainted the ground all around as if a lake of blood. this war was meaningless yet very necessary. one specific empire was being threatened to be overthrown by a big army of bandits, and a whole other empire. and so the empire that was being attacked won the war. One man in particular was the best of the best warriors, or at least one of them anyway. he was feared but also loved by many in that empire, not to mention also envied by others too.
This man had a family and kids, each time he would come home with an " im home " out of being tired from his job. He wasn't to sad though, seeing as him and his family were rich, but humble. One day when they went out for a stroll around outside, going to buy stuff like food, etc. basically all that family stuff that normally goes on. "P-please sir... Sapir change?... it would really mean a lot, and you see... Im a poor old man and need to eat..." an old poor man held up a can with shaking thin arms seeing as the warrior was a little intimidating and the old man was fragile and weak.
"sir, im sorry I cant take you in. for we have no other rooms to spare.. but here, take this and this too. you need to eat so please help yourself." the father of the family, the warrior had given the old man 400 in money, and three plates of food with a big bowl of water, as to quench the hunger and thirst of the homeless man. The old man was amazed and shed tears from his eyes. " T....Thank you good sir... you are so kind" the old man bowed as to say thank you and took the food and water. " may the gods bless you good sir.. with this ill be able to feed the small family I have left. I sincerely give my thanks to you.."
The old man left into an alleyway and went straight to his small family he had... As for the warrior, he was being stalked by thieves. on their way home they had conversations, a lot of small talk and when they got home they rested and went to bed seeing as the day went by fast. The next morning the warrior went back to work on patrolling the empire, he said his goodbyes to his family and left for work.
" Bro! Dude, Crow, haven't talked to you since before that war broke out. How ya been ?" One of the warrior's appeared behind him in excitement. " Oh, hey there John, yea it's been a while. Whats up? You patrolling around these parts too?" Crow walked along with John to the place they were supposed to be patrolling. " Yea no they assigned me to here with ya just to make sure things don't get all chaotic here."
The conversations went on as hours went by, everything was pretty calm.. well, except for one guy who couldn't take living the dull boring life they had. That person had injured ten people till he then was arrested for attempted murder. Later that day when Crow got home, he couldn't believe his eyes when he opened the front door. "... What the fuck!... Who the hell killed my family!?..." His eyes followed the blood trails leading to the back wall, it spelled out " murderer was here." With a smiley face drawn in the children's blood too. " This.... Is just sick.. who the hell is responsible... "
In anger he grabbed his sword and looked around for whoever murdered his family, when he found em, he discovered that they were assassins sent from other place's, probably from one of those who viewed him as an enemy, a traitor amount warriors. He never found the true culprit behind it all, but he did kill the three assassins involved as to get revenge for his family.
