There was a man, who live in a small village. A small but peaceful village. The said man had a wife, a beautiful and humble lady who helped his husband work on the farm...
The couple lived together for years, until they decided to have a child. Not long until they're wish had been granted, the wife was pregnant, and after an almost a year, the wife of the farmer gave birth to a healthy infant...
The couple felt joy as they saw their first child, and told themselves that they'll take care of the dear child...
Years have pass, and the child grew healthy and strong, who live with his parents peacefully, as they enjoy life with harmony...
Until they were tested by fate...
Their village was attacked by an unknown force, the villagers who live there were slaughtered, their houses was burned into ashes...
The family attempted to hide, unfortunately, they didn't make it out as they were found and was slaughtered next...
The murderer thought his job was done and left along with the force, however, little did he know that there was a survivor...
A lone survivor... the same child... who witnessed his parent's death before his eyes...
Eventually, the child's view of life changed... as well his life...
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