Alone. All alone. And always will I be alone. In this lonely world, there is no place for me to be happy. Fate is cruel to me. I will never be accepted. This is my life. And you ask me to be content with it. I bet you wouldn't be if you were in my place.
Young and innocent, I was stolen away from happiness and kindness. I was never really shown any after that day, that cruel day when it all began.
Flash back
"What present did you get me Father?" a cheerful and anxious voice asked.
"Be patient dear son. I will tell you soon." An older man said to him, smiling a loving smile at him.
"Now come on Yuri, let your father sit down. Let him rest. He had a very long week." A sweet and tender young lady said to the boy.
"But he has my present…" The boy said with his lower lip out.
"He will show you as soon as he unpacks. For now, let's have dinner." The mother said.
The young said impatiently on the dining table and groaned at the dinner.
'When will it be over? I wanna know what he bought for me!' the boy bought.
The boy stared at his plate. There was a pile of peas and a small piece of meat on the very edge. Their family wasn't very rich. They had a very small home, but they were a small happy family. They didn't ever complain about what they didn't have.
As night fell, the moon, shown bright in the night sky, peered out of the clouds. It was a very cold and beautiful night. Yuri, even though so young, loved these nights. He loved the moon and the night so much. He would spend countless hours on the window pane, staring at the moon.
Slowly small snowflakes started to fall on the ground. The earth was already covered with a layer of snow, but more was falling. No many people in his town like snow. But Yuri adored it like nothing else. He was enchanted by the wonder of frozen water falling from the sky.
Without telling his mother or father, Yuri sneaked out of the house without anything to protect him from the cold. Yuri knew if his mother would find out that he was outside she would instantly call him in and start giving him a lecture about catching a cold. And his father would only smile at the moment. Sure he was only 4 but he had the wits of any 12 year old. Though he would act very immaturely in front of his parents, he was very sensible in front of guests or other people.
He walked slowly out of the boundary of the house and stared at the opposite side at the bare white snow on the road.
Suddenly he noticed light from behind him. It was bright and warm. He turned around slowly, not really wanting to know what was happening. And there it was.
The whole house was a blaze. It was a wicked fire which consumed the whole house. And it kept burning even thought the snow was falling heavier.
The young boy just stood there, not a tear escaping his eyes. He felt pain, but was too numb to express it. He felt anger, but was consumed by it to show it. He felt alone, but was too much in darkness to feel it.
In a happening of seconds and minutes, a young, happy and lively boy was orphaned by a blaze in mid winters.
Suddenly he felt a hand on his tiny shoulder. He didn't want to look up because he was too afraid.
"You will be special." A coarse voice said.
Then the hand forced him to turn around and walk towards the city of Moscow's centre. He walked towards his new home, a home which he wouldn't get out of for a long, long time.
End of Flashback
This is all how it started. The began of Yuri Ivanov as the best Blader in Russia.
But this was not all.
Another flashback
Unfamiliar faces looked at me without any emotion. As if they hated everything in life. No life, no happiness. 2 other children also were walking with me. One was 1 year older than me. The other was 2 years older than me. I looked around the place I was being introduced to. It was so dark and plain. All the walls were old style and they had small cracks and were very cold.
Many strange people walked past me, and some were just working with other children. They wore long, long purple capes, with their hood on. Under the hood they wore a white head cover. Here eyes couldn't be seen under the hoods.
The man who was leading the way suddenly turned around and it was then that I actually noticed his face clearly. He was wearing a most on his eyes. It was very technological. And the moment he looked at me, it sent chills down my spine in fear.
To be continued…