I've lived in California my entire life. I grew up in San Francisco with my Mom, Renee, my Step-Dad, Michael and 2 brothers. The sun was always shining, the sky was a crystal blue and the lights always shone at night giving life to even the darkest of places. Night was always my favorite time of day. I loved the way the moon lit up the night sky and you could lose yourself in the stars. To anyone else my life was perfect. They would kill for my shiny black hair, or crystal blue eyes. For my 3 story house with a pool in the backyard and a rich Step-Dad to buy me anything I wanted. I always laughed when people said that. You can't really comprehend what's happening until it's over. Then all you can do is cry. I live by that.
So, yeah. That's what you need to understand. In order for you to understand what the hell I'm talking about and what kind of life I've lived, then I'll need to tell you my story. And believe me...It's a long one. It's a tale of pain, love, war, fighting, and anger. It will require patience and understanding on your part because I don't really talk to anyone.
I mean, I'm a soldier. A quiet one at that. My brother, Keegan, he's quiet too. I've always looked up to him for everything. I've always been taught to listen to orders and do what I'm told. It's hard to break old habits.
So I'll tell you my story, because apparently you'll want to hear it. I don't know why you would, it's a painful one. Just please...I can't control my past, but everything you're about to read is 100% true.
Now, I'm not going to start form the beginning, maybe someday but not today, because it would take way too long. I'll start when my life actually started.
The day ODIN struck.
This is just a short Prologue because it's 3 in the morning but I hope you guys liked it and I hope to actually post a chapter soon.
~Undead-Soldier01