(A/N:) I came up with the idea for this when I was in math. Ug, I hate my math teacher, and I know she hates me, too. And, she is SO SHORT! I mean it! Only two people in my pod are shorter than her! It's sad...and she just graduated college last year! I can't belive they didn't put people like that in second grade, so she, most ikely, is only a inch shorter than her students instead of a FOOT!
He ran his fingers through his greasy brown hair. His green eyes stared at the note his parents left. They wouldn't be back until eleven 'o clock. He grabbed the kitchen knife and began to make his dinner. His parents almost always were never there. A bead of sweat fell to the ground from his tan skin. He ate his dinner, and then he went outside to the court yard and stared at the coy fish in the concrete pond.
"At least they don't even know their parents to miss them," he said to himself. He sighed as he went back into the temple where hi lived for all of his life. He wanted to travel the world, like his parents did.
"My Lord," Butler Fung walked up to the young teenager, "are you feeling well?"
"I wish my parents weren't to busy ruling the world and getting those-those-worthless artifacts to even notice me!" he was very frustrated.
"Please don't get mad, my Lord," Butler Fung was beginning to panic.
"It doesn't matter now," the boy thought to himself, as he calmly walked to his room.
He grabbed the sword of the storm, which, surprisingly, his father left behind. He held it up and held his breath, "here goes everything my
parents worked for…"
(A/N:) This might end up to be a oneshot if I don't get over five reviews, and if you feel like it, you could guess who his parents are, and I'll post the correct answer at the beggining of next chapter, but the sword and ruling the world totally gave it away! Oops! I just gave y'all a hint!