Meek the Brave

Mikael was sure he'd get to go home, until he picked up an immovable sword the size of himself.
This anxious, 15-year old boy is faced with a challenge that any one else his age would jump at the chance to have.
An adventure.

Updated at least once a week, if not more.

The story has gone through a first draft, and this is the second. Feedback is always appreciated!

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"I didn't ask for this!" Meek yelled at him, "I didn't want to be a hero! This...this stupid sword!" he threw the weapon to the ground and walked away.

Kronos clicked his tongue, "Go ahead, keep avoiding responsibility. Typical human. This is your fault, Meek. It's your fault he's dead, and you know it!"

"Stop it!" Lou pleaded, "Just stop fighting..."

"I'm not fighting," Kronos shrugged, "Just stating facts."

Meek snapped his head to Kronos, "Facts? You want to discuss facts? You useless, feathered, narcissist! You hid behind him because you're scared too! You're afraid! You're weak! And you know no one likes you because you're mean and then you want to complain about how alone you are! How about you pull your head out of your asshole and take your own damn responsibility!"

Lou moved between them when he felt they were getting too close, "Both of you shut up before you say something stupid! You're just emotional! Knock it off!"

"No, the baby wants to say some shit?" Kronos' feathers puffed out, "Say something! Say something you'll regret, I dare you! You coward!"

"Meek, don't! Please, walk away, go inside, please-"

"It should have been you."