Happy Friday everyone. It's time for another update with another soundtrack for this chapter. I heard this one a long time ago and thought it was perfect for a certain part in my story. Type in the link watch?v=dgaQuJOq9b0, play it on the mark, *, and enjoy.


Chapter 3: Leaving

I collapsed on my bed exhausted. I removed my mask and tossed it on my pillow as I was perpendicular on my bed. The cool night air from my window felt great on my face as sweat dripped down on my face as my day of training has ended. But tomorrow will be another day of training.

My training has been exhausting that I can barely keep myself on my feet. Failing multiple times on the obstacle course. Learning to fight in the dark without a light source. Weapons training was painful, except with the shurikens on target practice. Scaling the mountain side and nearly slipped a few times. I didn't mind the mathematics and other academic lessons from the tutor my father hired. But my day was brutal. I didn't mind as I was one step closer to master Spinjitzu and become the powerful ninja the world will see.

I lifted my head to look at my clock on my bedside table and saw I had an hour before bed. With all strength I had left, I lift myself off of my comfortable bed, changed out of my suit, and ran to my bathroom. After I showered the sweat and dirt off of my face, I changed into a clean pair of pajamas and brushed my teeth for the night. Unlike most ten-year-olds, they don't brush at all, but I do if I want a good hygiene. Once I spat out the paste and rinsed my mouth, I walked out of my bathroom to fold my ninja suit and place it on my desk and closed my window. After that was taken care of, I looked back at my clock and saw I had half an hour left before nine. So I decided to say good-night to my father and left my room.

Walking through the East Wing of the dojo was quiet to me as my socks kept my footfalls quiet. Quiet as a ghost town even. I quietly walked down the halls, through the living room and my fathers meditation room until I finally reached the West Wing. I looked up to see a candle light ahead that lead to my father's room and smiled to know he was still awake. I quietly tip-toed to his opened door to surprise him before bed and snickered as I was still a ninja to train more. I didn't care if I was exhausted from training all day, I wanted to have a little fun that's all. But stopped as I heard him talking.

"So what do you mean he's not the destined one?" my father asked.

Who was my father talking to? The only people I know that live in the dojo are me and my father. Not my mother because she is dead. I don't want to talk about it though, as it scares me everytime I think about it. But still who? I sticked to the shadows and slowly and carefully peered around the door to see my father talking to himself to a mirror. I was glad his only source of light was a candle so he couldn't see me through the mirror as I kept myself hidden. I was still curious to know why he was talking to himself and leaned my right ear closer to hear more.

"He is not the destined one." my father said in a quiet tone this time. "For Lucas has a different destiny to fulfill."

My father sighed in relief. "I'm just relieved to know that he's not the green ninja to fight against my brother." he said in his normal voice. "I couldn't bear the thought of him getting hurt or worse in the Final Battle. What is his destiny then?"

*I dare not listen to more and turned my head away. I clenched my fists tightly as my blood boiled in anger and could hear it pounding in my ears. The words echoed in my head as I kept hearing it over and over in my head. I wasn't the green ninja. I peered-no-glared at my father from the corner of his door and left without saying good-night to him.

I shutted my door real hard and ran to my bed. I screamed in rage in my pillow to muffle my anger at my father. The words kept repeating in my head wouldn't leave me alone. I wasn't the chosen one. Then what was the point of training if I wasn't the destined one? Angrily, I lifted my head up and punched my pillow to release my anger out and it kept consuming me.

"All of that training and I can't be the green ninja!" I say angrily. "What was the point of training then!?"

I was glad my father was a heavy sleeper and his room was on the other side of the dojo so he couldn't hear my rage being released. With heavy breaths through my teeth in anger, I looked at the shelves that hung on my wall filled with ming potteries and jumped to swing a round-house kick to forcefully remove them off the shelves and watched them shatter on the wooden floor. I ran to my bed and flipped the mattress off with anger. I then ran into my bathroom and shoved the contents off of my sink. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw the fire in my hazel grey eyes and left to release more rage. I grabbed the back of my small bookcase of books and used my renewed strength and pulled it to make it timber on the floor with the miscallenous books spreading on the floor. The ball that rested on top of the bookcase rolled on the floor and I used the rest of my anger and kicked it across my room and watched it break through my paper-covered window.

I was breathing heavily still as I slowly calmed myself down. I was still mad at my father and I now hated him. Then something came to me. I looked around my room as it was destroyed from my rage. I looked at my suit and mask on the desk as it laid untouched from my hatred. I then looked at the window as it was broken from my anger as well. The idea became more clearer to me as I kept thinking more on it as I hate him.

I'm gonna run away.

I quickly changed out of my pajamas and into my black suit. With the black gloves over my fingers and palms and the black mask over my face, I quickly grabbed a small backpack and threw my pajamas in them with other clothes of mine including my toothbrush and toothpaste; prepared. I ran over to my desk and saw my flute on the desk and threw it in as well. I then took a pen and paper and made a fake ransom note to make my father believe I was kidnapped based off of the condition to my room. Once it was finished, I smirked as it was fool proof this time. It read: We have your son. If you bother to come and search for him, we'll kill him. So stay away or you'll never see him again. May not sound like a great kidnapping ransom note, but it was all I could think of.

With the note thrown on the floor, I slung the bag over my shoulders with my arms through the straps; ready to leave. I looked at my door and saw it was impossible to use as my floor in front of it was littered with broken shards of pottery that could cut my feet. I needed a new way out. I felt a cool breeze breathe on the back of my neck and turned to see the hole in my paper window. Smirking, I found my way out.

I hopped on my flipped mattress and moved my window aside to open it more and climbed out. I gasped as I saw the fall that could kill me in the dark abyss of the mountain base and pressed my back against the wall. I dug my heels into my windowsill and began to regret my choice of escape until I looked up to see the clay-tiled roof above me. It's not over yet. I turned my body to make sure I was hugging the wall and saw I needed to jump a couple feet back in order to reach the rain gutters. I've been training and this will prove my ways of a ninja. I hunched my legs muscles to prepare to jump back and launched myself back with a good height and grabbed onto the rain gutter.

I sighed as I made it safe without falling and just hung there to calm my body. Gggrrroooaaann. Crreeaakk. That didn't sound good. Suddenly, the nail that held the rain gutter to my left gave way and gave a small shriek as my only hope that the other nail didn't gave way as I clung onto life. My heart was racing against my chest like a drum as my legs were wrapped around the now verticle gutter and I saw darkness below me; Death. I looked at the only nail as it was starting to become weak to my weight and saw it starting to slip. I dare not scream as I know my father is a heavy sleeper, but will wake up to my cries and I didn't need him anymore. I quickly climbed up as the nail was giving way and launched myself onto the roof of the wall as the nail finally gave way and the gutter fell to the mountain base. To that, I sighed in relief as I laid on the slanted clay-tiled roof as I was still alive.

Once I felt my heart return to normal beats and the adrenaline leaving, I carefully got myself to my feet and stabilized my balance as I walked on the roof of the surrounding wall that was connected to the dojo. Once I was facing the courtyard, I jumped off the roof and tucked myself into a ball as I made contact to the cobblestone and rolled on the ground. I felt dizzy for rolling on the ground like a bowling ball and slowly got to my feet. I unzipped my bag to check on my belongings and sighed in relief as my flute was safe and zipped my bag closed.

I slung the backpack over my shoulders and walked to the doors of the gate and pushed them open. I looked over my shoulders one last time of my home and left with the door closed behind me. As I walked down the steps to the mountain base, I looked over my shoulders again to glare at my home as I hate my father and looked away as I continued to run away. Without looking back. Or thinking twice.

I was gone.


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