Ok, sorry for the wait. I know it's been a long time, but I really am sorry.

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[2] The first battle

Justice? That's what they're supposed to be promoting? After destroying an entire village, and murdering innocent men woman and children ruthlessly, they claim that they have a right to establish justice? After plotting against his Pharaoh, the priest thinks that he has a right to claim that it is all in the name of JUSTICE?!!! He probably doesn't know the meaning of that word!

I look around the room again. There are soldiers everywhere. None of them seem to notice me. But then again, why would they? I am just a little boy overlooking a terrible thing, but too scared to do any thing about it. That's not true! I think angrily. I can't be afraid of these men! I look at there hard, cold faces, and at the smiling, bloody face of the priest. "I hate you." I whisper. "I hate you!" And it is only just then that I realize that I said it out loud.

All heads turned in my direction. Several soldiers advance in my direction. Not knowing what else to do, I run. "Follow him is all that the priest says.

I stumble out of the temple and into the open streets of Kuru Eruna. I franticly search for something, anything that may give me an advantage. I find nothing. I here footsteps behind me, so I whirl around. My heart races. RUN! My mind tells me, but my feet don't listen. They begin closing in, blocking off all of the exits. A fast beat pounds in my ears, the beat of my heart. The soldiers begin smiling, seeing that there is no way that they could lose. "My oh my, it looks like we are outnumbered! How will we EVER survive!" One of the soldiers said, while faking a dramatic death. At that moment, all of my fear is lost. It was replaced by a boiling rage greater then any that I had ever felt. The soldiers smiled. "Oh look, we got the kiddy angry! Woo hoo!!!" One of the larger men smirked. "Hey, kid. I've got somethin' for you. It's the best present your ever gonna get from now on." He bent down to my height, holding a dagger behind his back. "Is this a game to you? Do you enjoy doing this?" I angrily said. "Well, if that be the case, then I can play to." In a mocking tone, I continued "Death? Is that your gift?" I smiled. "What more could I want? However, I am afraid that I cannot take your gift. I wish that I could take it, however. Could I possibly return it?" His snide smile automatically turned into a frown. I could easily see that he could not think of anything to keep the charade going for much longer. I heard scattered laughs among the spectators. I smiled. "Stumped?" I inquired. "Too bad. I was just beginning to appreciate your intelligence." For him, that was the final straw. A flash of silver went through the air. That's when I felt a sharp stab of pain on my cheek. Blood splattered on the dirt. Noises where coming from the audience, but I didn't hear them. My entire focus was on the man. The dagger was gripped firmly in his hand. I knew that I didn't have a chance without a weapon. But there was nothing in sight except for the dagger he held. I can't think of anything! I need time to think! He lunged at me again. I felt my body dart sideways, attempting to dodge the blow. Regardless, I felt the blade slash across my cheek. I felt myself thrown onto the sand. The blade reflected a part of the sun, temporarily blinding me. I shook my head.The spots where still there. How am I supposed to fight if I can't see properly? I paused Can't see properly! Of course! The spots cleared. I had a plan. I would halve to blind him, mentally and then physically. I got on my feet, eyes closed, a smile on my face.

"You still there? Why don't you give up and save yourself the trouble?"

"You mean save YOU some trouble, don't you? Believe me, for me, this in no trouble at all. But for you- well let's just say that your abnormally large size doesn't help you much in battle, and you will probably struggle in every single battle you will ever fight, even if it is against an eight year old with no training." I opened my eyes. He is lunging toward me, dagger gripped tightly in both hands. I force myself to make a dramatic fall as the blade slices deeply through my flesh, over the other two wounds. The man is panting. His eyes are full of anger at the fact that an insignificant peasant such as myself had the nerve to talk back to him. "Well kid, what you got to say about that, huh?" He hisses, face red. I allow myself a huge grin as I take two large fistfuls of sand. "I say that I think that you have lost." I leap into the air and, with all of my strength, throw the sand into his eyes. My aim is true. He staggers back in agony, and forgets about the dagger as he attempts to clean out his eyes. It falls to the ground, and no one seems to notice as I silently take it for my own. I knew that I didn't have a lot of time before someone did however. The sand squishes between my toes as I prepare to make the leap. I close my eyes. Kuru Eruna... was the thought that was flying through my head as I lunged, dagger in hand, to make my first kill.

The crowd seems to forget all about me as they rush toward their fallen ally. I take the opportunity and run. That guy almost killed me! And I can tell that when his friends go home to their families, they would not tell them that he had been killed by a child. They probably wouldn't even mention it. They would alter the truth, saying things like how well it went, or how strong they where, or how they had helped change the world for the better. How it was all for justice. But that can't be true.

Why? If not for justice, then why? What are the motives? What are they planning to do with them? Why? I thought as I ran past the border gates and through the rocky terrain. "Why?" I asked to no one in particular, but still half expecting an answer. That is stupid of me. No one is going to answer. No one is there to answer. Why would they answer anyway? I have nobody. I am nobody. I am alone.

Alone. Just one word. But still, it devastated me. I sunk to my knees. "I'm scared" I said, my voice barely a whisper. I looked behind me. The priest was leaving the village, as if nothing had happened. Behind him, even the fires where smoldering, leaving nothing behind them except for a wisp of smoke and a bit of ash. Merely shadows of their former self. I must be a shadow to. A mere memory of what used to be. But why me? Why must I be the one who is left behind?

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