AN: This chapter is about Rath. Is background is a little disturbing, but it is nothing more than what you might see on primetime TV. If Murder and war bother you, please skip this chapter. If not, enjoy.
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"Where is the boy?" The armed man asked the beaten and bloodied woman. "You will tell me where he is or I will do worse than kill you." With that statement he took his gun and hit her across the face. Rath was hiding in his cubby, the one his mother and father had built for him for just this instant. He already watched as his father was killed in front of his mother, now he watched quietly as his mother took a beating for him.
The war was getting worse on his planet. The Skins where trying to purge their planet of the Antarians that came in hopes to restore peace. Families where sent in by the King of Antar in hopes that showing a united and family strong group, the war would not take place. But a month ago homes were beginning to be destroyed. The small city in which Rath and his family lived together with a handful or remaining survivors was in the process of becoming destroyed. Rath could feel his rage beginning to surface, but at the age of 6 had no idea how to work them to his advantage. His father tried to teach him, but Rath had no desire to take the time to learn. Now he feared that his mother would pay for it.
He watched as his mother spit blood into the face of the man. A smile crossed her face as she directly stated, "NEVER." His mother had a strength in her that most men could not handle.
The man growled and called to the three other men in the room to come help him. A moment of fear crossed her eyes as she looked over at Rath in his hiding place. It was the briefest look, but so much power was given into him that his hands started to vibrate. The other men came over and help his mother down. The one in charge grabbed her dress and tore it away from her body, exposing her undergarments.
Knowing what would follow, the thought was more than Rath could take. Power shot out of his hands blasting away the wall that was hiding him. "NOOOOOOO!" was the only words that the men heard as the power within Rath disintegrated them all. He jumped down, running to his mother's side. He saw the wounds, but was powerless to stop the blood. The beauty that once was in her face was beaten out of her. Tears flowed from him; anger shook him to the core. She lay in his arm, dying, and for all the power he seemed to have, he was powerless to stop it.
"Mother," He sobbed, "don't leave me. Please. The bad men are gone. Please."
"Rath," she choked out, "You have so much power in you, don't let it control you." With that a single tear fell from her eyes as her last breath escaped her body.
"NOO!" Sadness began to be replaced by anger and hatred. Now his whole body vibrated. He left his mother and went outside. The scene was devastating. The vision of war surrounded him, and it was obvious that he was the only one left. He fell to his knees as twenty men surrounded him. Their intent was to slaughter him as they had the others. They started in on him as the power within him built to new heights. In an instant, waves of energy went from his body in circular waves not visible by the men. Faster than any of them could imagine, each one disintegrate, puffs of the dust left behind fell to the ground. In the distance he could see Antarian battle cruisers landing. With the power gone from him, his energy sapped, he collapsed.
He awoke hours later, screaming for his family. Healers were around him at the time and tried to sedate him so that they could finish their work. They finally got the sedative in him, but it took awhile for it to work. It was not until the King came in with his son Prince Zan, that Rath calmed down. Rath was getting drossy, but he could still comprehend the words that were being said.
"His family, they were killed. He is alone." The Healers were explaining the situation to the King.
"This little boy showed more courage than anything I had ever seen." He looked at Zan, who was showing more interest in the little warrior on the bed, and made his decision. "He will be allowed to stay at the palace. He has shown great potential in his powers. I would like to oversee his training and one day, maybe, he will rise in the ranks to become a great warrior."
With that Rath's eyes closed. Sleep had over taken him. But sleep would never comfort Rath. For his dreams would always be of his family and how they were taken before their time. Just as his childhood was.