I do not own One Piece.
I know it is super short, but this is just a prologue, the actual chapters will be longer.
Fire roars, burning everything down around me. Screams rip through the air, mixed in with the laughter and excited yells flowing from our attackers. I watch in silent horror as my mother and twin sister are chopped to piece before being left to rot. My grandfather grabs me, running into the forest. We stayed hidden for hours, sneaking around the forest, trying our best to hide from the attackers. Somehow we succeed. When we make our way back to the village, the entire is burnt down, the fire still slowly burning, and not another living soul to me seen. We stay hidden in the forest for day, hunting and fishing for food, until a merchant ship docks at the island and takes us to another island, where we built our life anew.
Life with Grandpa was hell. I will never understand why he saved me, considering he hated my guts. He worked me to the bone day in and day out, punishing me for any slight mistake. They only time he wasn't bad mouthing me, he was bad mouthing my father, but I guess he had good reason, considering he was the one who ordered the attack on my village. He was the one that caused the murder of my mother and little sister, his wife and daughter. So, for the past ten years, I am now 19, I have been training, whenever I wasn't working, and I will go out to sea and I will kill him.
He stops on this island constantly, claiming that it is under his 'protection', but so was my island all those years ago, while he is here, I'll sneak on his ship and I'll kill him, along with his entire crew. I have it all planned out, all I have to do is sneak away from grandpa on the day that his ship lands here, which will be difficult, considering he watches me constantly, afraid that I will go to see him, trying to get his protection like so many others. But I will never ask for that man's protection, I hate him, with every fiber of my being. He is the one at fault for the way my life has turned out. Every bruise, every broken bone, every time I have passed out from exhaustion, or heat, it is all his fault and he will pay. If it kills me, I will take him with him, and all those bastards who he calls his 'sons'. It sickens me that he could call those barbarians his family, when he murders his own.