ivin the lion

Prologue

I was only 3 years old when it happen... the sounds of guns shooting and the sounds of my parents screaming. I was upstairs, hiding under my bed holding on tightly to my blanket. The gunmen were taking everything we had.

"WHERE'S THE BOY!" I heard one of them say. I knew they were talking about me.

"Leave our son alone he has nothing to do with this!" I heard my mother say.

With that, another gun shot sounded and there was not another word from my mother since.

The gun men eventually left and I walked downstairs, still clutching onto my blanket.

"Mummy? Where are you?"

I saw her laying on the kitchen floor with blood slowly pouring of of her.

"MUMMY!"

"Ivin... son... be safe... be strong... we love you." 

After that she passed away along with my father. I cried next to her dead body, wishing she was still alive. I knew I couldn't stay so I had to find someone who would look after me.

I walked through the streets, people asking me where were my parents. I ignored them and walked on. At such a young age I didn't know fully what to do with myself. 

I ran and hid in the forest where no one could see me or find me. For the next few years I would cry myself to sleep, but the more i cried, the more I felt like my emotioons were draining.

I felt myself becoming a monster but I had to find a way in stoping that from happening so I had to go in search for someone I could love and that person could help me through life...