To Break Free

Chapter One jj

10 year later...

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Junctions.

Shēn

Maybe destiny is not a line. Maybe it's a damn tree. You go up and suddenly, what the hell--- you have 20,000 branches of roads to chose from. To my actions and your action, destiny is relative, not absolute. So if you have one suck-ass life, maybe it's because of your one mistake, one decision, and that one path from the thousand other prospects destiny handed you that held led you here. All my possessions are justified by my own actions -by and large- and not destiny itself.

But then some things may be inevitable ---a fixed obstruction in all your paths inherited and fabricated alike... maybe. It isn't the question whether this notion is true or not. Even worst, maybe I'm only a written character in universal ballad, irreversible and only decided by the words of destiny itself. I'm not an person, just another victim being played. Give destiny a pen and his strokes to make stories will be eternal and uncontrollable, until his words is an omnipotent control over us all.

Two notions of choice. Dichotomies with discrepancies unlike any other. It can really boggle the thought and make all of us hypocrites of own moralities.

It's a strife between two answers of a bigger question:

What brought you here?

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"Revenge at all costs!" Was what boomed throughout the entire depot. Fa came out behind a wall of tumbling flames, landing on the margines of a clearing.

Fa was taller than the pinnacle and the fat of a steeple. He was a boar too saturated of evil and muscle that no man was worth the chance for rivalry... but right in front of him was a panda whom, out of all things, only wasthe only worthy opponent.

Po was his name. He was chubby, a little hunched on the back, and his belly wobbled. His body swayed in accordance to his dancing footwork. And while his whole body would move, his arms only hung loose, and only his figeting fingers were alive.

Right within Po's vision was a boar smaller than a speck of dirt. He could beat him easily with a little flow of his quick fits. A simple and fast combination was enough wherewhithal to find defeat in this boar meagerness of mind.

"You!" The boar continued, "Get ready to see the killing side of my fist! I am Fa! The great big boy! The revenge man! The---"

"You done?" Po asked, wiggling
His shoulders abd leaning foward ---a terrible stance---- regardless, it was worth the boar's vexation.

They circled the center of the depot. Flames grew more dominant, and by the end of their leeway, fire in the building would have no more place to spread its passion.

Fa growled... he had many intentions for the death if the panda. But the planning comes before he should plant the demise, for Fa was a smart man.
He took a look around the clearing in search for a weapon.
With his luck he noticed that hanging on his left breast was the carcass of an ox, and when Fa heeded to its attention, his hand quickly wrapped around its horns. "Get ready to die Fat Boy!" Fa slung the ox over his shoulders and hurled it to Po with untrackable speed.

"Uh oh." Po whispered. He dodged the ox. Before his eyes was a brown and bloody blur, and then suddenly yards behind Po was the dead body rested deep within what was of a kiosk.

Po looked back at the boar. Their, on his right cheek and sown into the mesh of his fur was blood that tainted it a rich color. Surprised by the heat of the gore came the anger from the unpleasant appeal to his skin. He wiped it off, and the blood that slid to his hands were whipped away when he jerked it away. Just then he could see the corpse with inverted flesh and blood that came from unsheltered organs.