Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN AVATAR! breaks down crying
Sorry its short.
Murderer
I was ten years old, already wanted for escaping them two years earlier. And, I was caught.
He was one of them. He was one of the people who destroyed my village… my family… me.
At first he had me captured. All I had for my defense were my, barely mastered, hook swords. He was ready to fight, his hands lit. That fire is what made me snap… what made me lose control.
I swung my sword, it was a lucky shot, and I gashed the man right in the stomach. Though this weakened him the man grew angry, he attacked. The fire blasts flew past me as I dodged strategically through them. I had no choice…
Finally the man was at my mercy, already swallowed by contradicting emotions, I prepared my final blow.
I walked away, guilt winning the emotional war. Nonetheless I convinced myself other wise. I had no choice; it was either him or me.
In the end I gained one thing, a reputation as a murderer.
I wanna know if I should make this a chapter story. please tell me if I should. Thankyou!
R&R