This is a little story/poem-thing that my brother Tim did. I do not take credit for this AT ALL. This is NOT my work. I can't do near this good at writing. All credit goes to my brother. WOO. Okay. Characters also do not belong to me.
Once upon a time, there lived a small boy with black hair.
Then, a bunch of socialist idiots destroyed his home.
There was a huge battle
And some white haired wolf kid got his eye.
Then, the small boy with black hair was smashed with rocks.
When a giant plant man came and ate him.
The plant man took him underground to his hideout
Upon seeing the ruinous body of the boy, the plant man used medical techniques and restored the boy to normal.
However, the rocks destroyed the boys memory
And all he could remember was a vague echo of his name
It was years later that the white haired wolf boy saw his comrade again.
Things had changed
But friendships had not
The white haired boy found his friend living in the shadows
His body too delicate to be exposed to sun
The spiral mask he wore struck the white haired boy
For it gave space for a single eye
One that burned bright red at their first meeting
Against his will, the black haired boy fought his white haired friend
While the face of the plant man watched, reflecting both shades of their being
The two friends eyes met and time stopped
As the plant man observed this still battle, the two friends shared their individual pains
The black haired boy felt the loss of friendship
The white haired boy the burden of sacrifice
And the link was broken
The one with the spiral mask remembered his old name
And remembered what life used to be like
He removed his mask to give his distorted face sun
And the white haired boy knew who he was
In an instant, the black haired one was struck down
And a the one who was his friend watched as the man of the plants carried the body down, back into the rocky earth
And back to where it should have lain.