Childhood Stories I wrote (4th-6th Grade)

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Kadaj's POV

I was so tired and weak. After all the sit-ups, he made me do fifty push ups. I collapsed after thirty three of them. He forced me to continue until I was done. I panted after that, but he forced me to do chin-ups. These activities I had to do daily. Three days after redoing all the workouts, he made me sprint around the castle ten times.
I got to relax after it, and the covers to the blankets of the bed were just so cold. It felt nice. Sephiroth left me alone in the dark room, and I rested peacefully. Another week of that, and I'll begin a month of training on how to survive, yes!
The routine continued the next day, and day after, for the rest of the month.
It was the month of training. He patted my back, and he said,"don't be scared... Everything here is fake."
I agreed, and laid on the table, and shivered as I saw the fake blade above me. I was still eerie. He pulled the lever, but I couldn't think of a fast enough reflex... It failed. He raised he back up, and whispered,"use a sit-up method."
He pulled the lever, and I succeeded. He released me from the table, and began aiming at me with a fake bow and arrow. I only got hit twice with this one. The last one I did great, but as I did, I begged,"don't knock me out this time!"
He knocked me down, and he said,"you still need more practice on that one."
I got better every day. My arms had some muscle, and so did my legs. They were also stronger. He told me to punch him. That's one thug I've been wanting to do the whole time. I punched him hard, and it had been harder than any average hit I could do in he past.
"Good work... Continue to train like that for three more years." He congratulated.

3 3/4 years later.

Kadaj's POV

After being scolded by Sephiroth, for accidentally brutally hurting him, I wandered around the castle. I found a door that looked rusted and dirty. I peeked in the window of it, and it led to a staircase. If it was anything bad down there, I had the power to defend myself. I opened the door, and slowly paced down. It seemed no one has been there for ages. Spiders crawled everywhere, and it seemed I got to the bottom. I saw keys, and I grabbed them incase it was a trap. I paced a little deeper, and I nearly gasped at where I was. I was in the dungeon. I peered in a few cells, and most of them had dead human bodies. One cell never had a terrible scent to it, but a pleasant one. Even if it was someone that could possibly kill me, I unlocked the cell door, and walked in. I saw someone who looked to be female, motionlessly sleeping. Her breathing wasn't as healthy as it could be, and she wheezed often. I walked over to the other side of her bed, and I saw her flawless face. Going back around the bed to examine the bed, I fell over at the end, nearly sliding under. I heard her fearful voice,"who's there!"
She must've been kept captive like Yazoo was for my kingdom. She continued,"Sephiroth...?! Guards...?! Maids!?"
The tone in her voice. She was terrified. I heard footsteps come around the bed, and she looked directly at me, and gasped,"who are you!?"
"No one but a curious teen... I'm Sephiroth's trainee. I'm assuming you're his reasonless prisoner?" I said, trying to sound positive.
She turned her back to me, and said solemnly,"whether it gets you in trouble or not... Undo my restraints."
With the keys I had, I found one that fit the cuff lock. The moment her hands were free, she turned around, and before I could even tell... She had punched me in the face so hard, I was knocked out.

Girl's POV (Sethirene's POV)

The teen that seemed older than me, laid motionless on the ground. I felt bad for doing that to someone who helped me. I grabbed his keys, and then thought,'they could punish him bad enough, to even kill him...' I didn't know what they'd do.
Instead I decided to drop the keys, and care for him. He wasn't as light as he looked, but that's what's expected from a trainee. I laid him on the bed I slept on, and I cut myself with my nail. Tasting my blood. I did the same to him, and our blood tasted relevant, but his was sweeter. Probably because of what they feed him. I healed the spot I cut into on him, and I turned him over, and kissed the back if his head. He was slender for a trainee. But was stronger than he looked. I turned him over again, and touched his lips with my hand. His lips weren't chapped like mine. Why did Sephiroth treat me like crap, and treat him like a deserving prince. I was meant to be the princess of the kingdom, but he hates children. I thought this would be a one time thing, and if he was asleep, it would be best. I kissed his flawless lips, and enjoyed every second of it. Someone as beautiful as this boy, I could never meet in a lifetime. I got a glance of his hair colour in the light. I gasped again. No wonder his blood tasted relevant time mine... he's my brother!
I had a flashback. Sephiroth was going to use a sick plan of his on him in the future. But I bet he already knew. I felt his neck, and pressed on it. 'Dammit!' I thought.
Any blade could slice through his neck. His bones in neck were softer than the rest. Sephiroth had a plan to get his powerless head.