The Beginning

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Thanks to my friend kourtney gilmor for the help i finally got ideas for this book. This is my first book so just hang in there.

I sat on my bed crying as I touched the scars on my arm." Why does my dad do this to me?" i mumbled under my breath. I had mu mom with me for three years.. un till the incident, and my dad thinks I'm a total disgrace so he sends me into war contently. I dont know why though, I always try my best to be on my best behavior. I think i would describe my life as horrible and painfull but i have friends and no one can take them away from me because thats the only thing that is keeping me alive right now. Iv thought about just killing myself from the start but then i realized that if i actually did that then all of my friends would miss me and i wouldnt be here any more. They always tell me that there is someone out there that you do or dont know, that if you were gone they wouldnt have a lover anymore. Thats why im here, so people can see the real me

"Dad we need to talk." i yelled across the kingdom. "No I can't. I'm too busy for your selfish games. Plus we have a war starting!!" King james yelled at me. Now you know how badly my dad treats me. "Avion, come here i need you for battle."

"Coming..." I said in a blunt tone. I always get put in these types of things. This is why i have all of these scars, from combat. Now people would say that i have good skills but i dont think so but i am good with a bow and arrows. Ever since my mom died i had to learn to protect myself. I would catch deer meat in the woods because my dad would only give me bread, water, and peas. ( I hate peas.)

When i go into war i would spend almost 70 days away from home. I would spend 20 days preparing for battle and then the battle would usually be about 50 days long.

The good thing about going into war is that it gives me a sence of humanity. The people there treat me like im an actual person and treat me kindly unlike my dad who treats me like crap. I also dont feel at war like im at home when I feel like I'm trapped up in a prison that people put me in when they're mad and they close me out if their life like i was invisable.

As we got ready for practice, I got my bow and arrows ready. I started training with a few targets for practice. I get one every time.

"Hey Avion what'ca doing?" Doven said in a very childish tone. "Practicing. What do you think im doing? Bruh..what'cha goinna do about it?." I said in a very sarcastc attitude. "Oh...You were?" Doven mumbled under his breath." no i wasnt."

Doven was one of my best friend in the world. I don't think anything could separate us. For some reason it feels like we were meant to be connected somehow, but i dont know how? We grew up together for as long as I can remember. We are the same age but im slightly older than him.( like three days apart.) We werent siblings or anything but we did have the same aunt. People could say we were though, but we weren't, he was TECNICALLY ADOPTED. But i love him like a bro though. SO WHATCHA GONNA DO ABOUT IT?!?!?!?!

The first 18 nights were peacefull. Nothing happend. It was just a normal day at the camp site. We woke up, ate breakfast, trianed, ate lunch, took showers, fooled around, ate dinner, and then went to bed. This went on and on for 19 days now and we going to the battle field until we see someone holding a flag saying "We give up."

Well i didn't expect that to happen. Usually they don't just give up without a good fight. That never happens. Soooo, as we head back home, Doven was acting strange around me. He always smiled when he looked at me, he never looked me in the eyes, and he always get shy around me? Whats going on!?!?!!?!?!?!

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