1 The lone angel
1.1 The story of Takuro Kaws
By Tak
At 5 years old, Tak's life is depressing. Depressing and tragic.
Tak's father never liked him much, partially because he was his adoptive father, but mostly because of his gifts. When your son creates a rain cloud, a hurricane, and then a spell to reverse it all, normal parents would be concerned. Some would try to help them develop it, like his mother, but if his father ever saw one snowflake fly from his hands, 23 lashings, today and tomorrow. However, his father started to drink. Moreover, he became violent and chased Tak with a gun in his drunken rage. Once, a bullet hit his shoulder, but he mended it with a ply spell. He was afraid to cross him during the day, at he ran from him at night. Things would go from awful, to horrible.
His father got a leg shot in, slowing Tak down. He caught up with him, and threw him out the window, screaming, "I'm finally free, you little bastard!" He then saw one room of the house go up in flame, then his horrified mother's scream. She was dead, his loathsome father alive, and his father threw flames at him, then ran away. All that was keeping him safe was a 3-foot circle and a lot of faith. He rocked himself to sleep soon after.
My 1st drama. R&R, peeps!
1.1 The story of Takuro Kaws
By Tak
At 5 years old, Tak's life is depressing. Depressing and tragic.
Tak's father never liked him much, partially because he was his adoptive father, but mostly because of his gifts. When your son creates a rain cloud, a hurricane, and then a spell to reverse it all, normal parents would be concerned. Some would try to help them develop it, like his mother, but if his father ever saw one snowflake fly from his hands, 23 lashings, today and tomorrow. However, his father started to drink. Moreover, he became violent and chased Tak with a gun in his drunken rage. Once, a bullet hit his shoulder, but he mended it with a ply spell. He was afraid to cross him during the day, at he ran from him at night. Things would go from awful, to horrible.
His father got a leg shot in, slowing Tak down. He caught up with him, and threw him out the window, screaming, "I'm finally free, you little bastard!" He then saw one room of the house go up in flame, then his horrified mother's scream. She was dead, his loathsome father alive, and his father threw flames at him, then ran away. All that was keeping him safe was a 3-foot circle and a lot of faith. He rocked himself to sleep soon after.
My 1st drama. R&R, peeps!