Fair enough, I went into their home to steal stuff, the perfect thief, they didn't even notice. But it was hard times back then man, hard times. Luckily he looked out for me and through time they accepted me. I'd got a home, a family for the first time in my life EVER! And that's where I grew up with them, my family. People were always arguing and fighting, never a dull moment with my lot, but it wouldn't be home I guess. That is without all the arguing and fighting. He was the best guy around here in my opinion. He was the older brother I never had. Then they made us go all the way up that stupid mountain. And the results killed the tribe, they did what no other tribe from our city could do, it split us. We all went through different things, all felt different things. But together we got through it. We grew together. We were top for a while, wow still can't get my head round those times.
Then it all started, they came, they split us from the inside out. She betrayed us, and she was one of us. She'd lost with us, fought with us, gone through so much with us yet she still did it. And we went through hell at times for it. I saw pain and suffering I wish no one else ever has to see. Then one day they turned on her and well, it was our spirit, so we helped her like we always do when someone needs help. And it started what to me seemed like an era. The oracle. The loopy buffoon bought it. He bought it. Near the end he went even nuttier, even crazier. Ok I said I wasn't scared but maybe I was but I wasn't going to admit it to anyone. At the same time they came the gingers turned up, turned the tables around did they. I could have some fun, let the old me come out for a while. And he stayed although he stayed inside cause I didn't want to make the new level them upset. It happened so quickly, he was mental, absolutely nuts, a bomb? But I'm a quick thinker as always, the perfect thief has to be hey. My past scams helped me to help everyone else. Then another they came, seriously do these maniacs have no respect. We're the mallrats, we're fought, we've concurred, we've defeated. And they don't give two monkeys. They just came into our home and took us all.
Crazy's again, crazy metal men wanting control. From then on I was in chains constantly, doing work, work, work and more work. I was a slave, they didn't care what happened to me, and no one did apart from my family. I still remember the day clearly, the day on the holding island when we found each other. Two siblings together again, and we were invincible, the tribe spirit couldn't be held down. But guess what crazy number 1 was there too. We couldn't believe our luck, he'd oppressed and hurt us so much and hurt her in ways I couldn't imagine at all, but we realised that wasn't our way, revenge. But we were still slaves, we had no freedom.
And one time we got talking the two of us we remembered what our leader had preached to us that day. That if we give in we could lose our hopes dreams and futures, and without these things we're nothing. And no matter what, know that people can claim our bodies, but not our souls. To me your soul is the same as your spirit. We knew then that no matter what, we would find our way home, find our way back to the place where we gained our tribe spirit, where we gained our hopes, dreams and future.