Is there such a thing as a hero, mentioned in books and stories, if there is, now is the time to take action. Lord Commander the most vicious evildoer ever lived, had faithful followers, but he above all else, demanded loyalty, to prove their allegiance, all the Generals were ordered to kill their firstborn child. And so death begins, each firstborn were lined up, awaiting for their death. Fear, sorrow, and betrayal leaked onto the ground, formed by their tears. Their ruthless fathers shamefully pointed their guns at their head.
"For eternity, For Lord Commander!" They all said.
One by one, the firstborns were killed. The ground painted with their blood. Seeing the dead children brought pure ecstasy For Lord Commander, as he grinned from ear to ear. But his Second in Command, Avocato refused to kill his only child, therefore was stripped from his rank, and his son was taken as prisoner. Avocato never saw his son again.
Watching from behind a tree a young alien child named Iris, watched fearfully as her older brother Garrison was killed. Fearing she would be detected she fled, returned home. Her father never returned. She lived alone in her home for several years. She never cried once, she didn't want to consider herself weak.
One day she was running away from homeless bullies. She ran right into Avocato, he frowned down at her.
"There she is!" One of the bullies shouted.
Something was thrown, and pierced her shoulder, she grunted in pain
She turned and hissed at them, she continued to hiss as she back away. Avocato watched as the bullies surrounded her.
"Hey!" He said calmly.
They turned to him.
"Enough!" He said.
"Mind your business, Mr. Whiskers!" One of them said.
Avocato stepped closer to them. "Call me that again, I dare you!" He threatened.
Now they looked nervous. "Let's go, we had our fun!" One of them said.
Avocato watched as the ran away. He looked down a Iris.
"You okay Kid?" He asked.
Iris nodded. He turned her around to see a small throwing knife stuck in her shoulder.
"Alright, come on, let's see if I can fix that shoulder for you!" Avocato said.
She hesitated, but fallowed. They went to Avocatos place. He had her set on a stool as he got a good look at the wound.
"I'm going to pull this out, it might hurt a little!" He said.
"Just do it!" Iris said.
Avocato frowned. He grabbed the knife and pulled it out, earning a pained grunt from Iris. Avocato put a towel over the wound. Once the bleeding was contained, he wrapped the wound up. He was glad she was wearing a tank top. Once that was done, he had her sit on the couch, he sat beside her.
"What's your name kid?" He asked.
"Iris, Iris McMill!" Iris replied.
Avocato froze.
"You're a McMill?" He repeated.
"Yes, and I already know what happened, I've seen it!" Iris said.
Avocato was shocked.
"How old were you?" He asked.
"5!" Iris said simply.
As the memories flooded her mind, her eyes stung, she wiped her eyes. She did not want to cry.
"You were so young!" Avocato said.
She tried to hold back her tears.
"Don't hold in your tears, let them flow!" Avocato said.
"I don't want to be weak!" Iris said voice cracking.
Avocato shook his head. "Crying doesn't make you weak, pretending to be okay does!" He said.
Iris found herself wrapped in warm arms. The flood gates opened, everything she was holding in, the pain, the anger, sadness poured out like a angry river trench, she clung to him.
"There you go!" Avocato soothed.
After awhile she had fallen asleep. Avocato picked her up, he put her in Little Cato's room, gently laid her down, and covered her up.
From this day forwards he decided to take her in, and look after her.
TBC