A/N: I wasn't going to put an author's note here but I thought I should put a warning here.

This story can and will get extremely violent at times. Think Invincible levels of Violence. Not everybody is invulnerable like Superman or Captain Marvel/Shazam and Black Adam. So there will be times that things might get gruesome. That being said, there isn't going to be blood and guts in every single altercation, well blood probably yeah, but not necessarily a bunch of gore. There will be time though where it gets messy. At the beginning of the chapter I'll put a warning if I have really gory scenes in it but other wise the level of violence can be what you'd expect from a DBZ fight or DC fight (that isn't being edgy like Injustice)

This chapter doesn't get extremely gory but it does have a bit of torture in it, involving a knife. You might read it and be like "the hell it isn't that bad" which honestly I don't think it is but I just felt it would be kind to put this here just in case. Anyway, enjoy the chapter.

I arrive at the Castle with the notion that I am probably very late. I'm sure there was no excuse they would accept, despite my recent concussion, so I know that asking forgiveness was all I could do.

Hells, I can't wait to be done with this. Prostrating myself to the high-class warriors that hated my weakness, being ostracized by the low-class and mid-class due to my high-class parents, despite my status as low-class. Everything about my life has been isolation and hardship. Nothing came easy. Everything was a challenge. That would change. Though I relished the challenges placed before me, I expected to see results one way or the other, and if becoming the Prince of my people, and leading them to freedom from their bonds to Lord Frieza were fruits of my labour, than I welcome it. In fact, I deserve that kind of glory.

I always knew that something was different, and my mother pretty much confirmed those suspicions when I was small. Telling me that despite my weakness at birth, that I would be destined for greatness. Of course, I had no idea it was because of royal blood, nor did she start saying this to me until I was improving by leaps and bounds around the age of 7. Before then... she barely acknowledged me.

Now, I had a destiny to fulfill. Those who had scorned me will be sorry they ever doubted me. Those who had crossed me will pay dearly. I wasn't just some low-class failure, I was an elite warrior in the making, and royalty to boot. My fate was mine to master now, and master it I will.

I was getting ahead of myself however. Being led through the castle by the royal guards wasn't the time to lose sight of the mission and day dream about the inevitable.

Planet Vegeta looks like a red marble when viewed from space. On the surface, the sky is a redish/yellow colour during the day due to it's red sun, with a deep purplish tinge during the night if the moon is fully out. A full moon of course, only happens every 8 years, so that was rare. The planet itself is, for the most part, a barren desert. However, there are pockets of flora and fauna, with lakes, rivers, and an oasis here and there. There are no oceans. The gravity of the planet is intense, due to it's size and density. We have determined this has helped in our races development, aiding in our superior physical prowess.

The castle, was built by King Calaba, the first King of the planet, which was named Planet Tuffle at the time. This made the castle the oldest structure on the planet. The palace was built on a mountain overhanging a lake that opened to a river. There was a spire added to the bottom of the palace and dipping into the lake, which was added 300 years later, when a servant suggested that walking down to the lake to fetch water was in efficient. The palace it self was more long than it was tall, however near the middle of the overhang, it did have it's largest tower shoot skywards, to about 100 feet in the air. In total, the palace had seven towers.

The throne room was located in that tower. Looking up as I entered, I could barely see the top. I knew however, that about half way up, the private quarters of the Royal Family is located. Honestly, the design was a little questionable. Fire a Ki blast up there while they are sleeping and they'd be dead. Since we can fly, having it that high up was also unnecessary, but I suppose since none were stronger than the King and the Prince, nobody dared make the attempt. The few that have tried died painfully, dissuading further attempts.

Until today.

"My King. Sadala, from the Ceres mission has arrived." The guard who presented me is waved off as the King didn't even look up from the data slate he was currently studying to address us. The Royal Grand Vizier Nappa is standing next to him. The guard bowed and hurried out the door while I just stood there waiting for the King to... well I didn't really know. I had never been called specifically to the palace like this before. As I stand here, Nappa and I stare at each other for awhile. Nappa, grinning like an idiot, a sinister look in his eye, which makes me uneasy.

After what felt like an entire day of just standing there, though I'm sure it has only been five minutes and I am simply just restless, and for good reason, the King hands his data slate off to Nappa. The Royal Grand Vizier leans down as he was beckoned to do so and the King whispers to him as he nods.

"Right away, my liege." Standing up, Nappa gives me a side long glance before exiting out of a side chamber. When the door has opened, I could swear I can hear an infant crying, but it did not last as the heavy set door closes.

King Vegeta's gaze is all encompassing. It feels like I had all of the planet bearing down on me. The Saiyan King seemed to be calculating something about me, but I wasn't sure what specifically. It felt like I was on trial and the whole court was presiding over me with just that stare. I had never felt like this before. Was this what a King could do? With just a look?

After a few moments of the second staring contest he starts to growl. I realize now that I had been staring at the King which wasn't ideal if I wanted to keep my head, regardless of the current plan of killing him by the end of the day. Immediately I advert my gaze and bow my head.

"Greetings, my King. I apologize for my rudeness. I did not mean to stare. I am... not used to this." So far, haven't had to lie about anything, which hopefully made me seem more trust worthy. God I realized just now that I don't know what the hell I'm doing.

"Silence." His voice is deep, and firm. His voice actually fits his stature and face. Broad, wide shoulders, square jaw, and a thick goatee. I can feel his onyx eyes drilling a hole into me, as if he was digging for secrets. I know that's ridiculous and I am just being paranoid given my current position as apart of a rebellion. Not actually knowing if this was about Ceres, I just opted to follow his command and remain quiet until he addressed me.

I could hear him stand from his throne and take slow, heavy, but graceful steps. He doesn't seem clumsy in his movements, but his boots thudding against the ground gave a sense of power to his motion. Like he had purpose. I wonder why I'm picking up on that now? To distract myself? Was I really that afraid of him?

Yes, I'd be stupid not to be.

"Why did you destroy the recently conquered Planet Ceres? Why didn't you report in afterwards?" I feel myself relax a bit, having guessed earlier that this was likely the topic he wanted to discuss. Though I wasn't sure why he wanted to directly hear my report.

"As you may know, my lord, my team was successful in conquering Ceres, but I was gravely injured in the fight. I was placed in a rejuvenation tank, and when I awoke, the forward station above Ceres had been attacked." King Vegeta raises his hand to stop me before I could continue.

"I already know about the attack. I only care about why you blew up the planet." This greatly confused me. How does he know about the attack? As far as I could tell, nobody escaped, and I saw in the logs that no communications made it in or out after the boarding party showed up.

"Uh, how did-" The King's gaze hardened, and the resulting death stare made me question why I thought it was a good idea to question the King of all people on his knowledge. I opted to just answer his question. "...uh right, sorry. Um. You see, I fought a robot that seemed to be collecting, or rather assimilating us to a library of some kind. When I destroyed it, two others showed up. I knew that it would be never ending so I decided to retreat from the station. When I made it outside, I saw that our forces were fighting on the surface. The ship floating above our station dwarfed our craft, hell, it easily dwarfed Lord Frieza's command ship." The King appeared slightly disturbed by this piece of information, but he barely reacted at all.

"So, you blew up the planet as a distraction? Did you not care for the lives of your Saiyan brethren?" At his accusation I felt a little shame, but it is overshadowed by rage for his hypocrisy. I've seen him sacrifice many of us to appease Lord Frieza. I did my best to hide it however. Not sure how well I was doing.

"Of course, my King. The craft in question had assimilated our ship, and there were similar ships on the planet, doing the same to what was left on the planet. Knowing they'd rather die fighting than have to be collected like trophies, and as you said, to make a distraction for escape, I blew up the planet. I had full intention of bolstering us against whatever this Brainiac is." At the mention of his name King Vegeta's composure faltered greatly and he spun around to avoid showing me his lack of control.

After a few moments he took a few steps away from me and looks back over his shoulder.

"How did you destroy the planet?" A question I was hoping he wouldn't ask but, of course he would. I am a low-class Saiyan that couldn't pull that level of destruction off a few days ago.

"With great effort. I had to channel a lot of Ki and drill through the crust to hit the core." King Vegeta begins to tremble, I'm not sure if it's anger, fear, or both, considering I couldn't see his face, but I know if it was fear, it definitely wasn't fear of me, given he can simply wave his hand to destroy a planet. After a few moments he stops, and returns to fully facing me.

"You have put me in a predicament Sadala. Just like your mother before you." What the hell does that mean. "Lord Frieza is not happy." At the mention of Frieza's displeasure is when I start to realize there are some vital pieces to the puzzle I am missing.

I didn't report destroying Ceres to anybody except Bardock and his crew. How did anybody know about my feat of destruction? Bardock wouldn't have told anybody, and his team is fiercely loyal to him so I don't see any of the others betraying that trust. Shit, my Pod's recording device.

"How so, your grace?" The spiky haired king narrows his eyes at me as he begins to explain the trouble I have caused him.

"Do not presume to have the right to know of the affairs of the court. I will deal with this mess. You on the other hand, should worry about being tried for treason?" That's a turn in conversation I wasn't expecting. I wasn't about to drop the subject about Ceres and how I caused problems for the court, but when he mentioned treason, I no longer cared about anything else.

"W-wait. I didn't... I wasn't trying to undermine... I-"

"Enough groveling!" I immediately shut my mouth when his shout was accompanied by a slight change in pressure around me. A small portion of his power is now being released to assist in making me feel oppressed, small, weak. My mother taught me this technique for intimidation. It works really well.

After a moment, I can hear the side door open up, as King Vegeta explains the situation.

"I know about your mother's coup against me you pathetic worm. Really, to think that I wouldn't have guessed my own half-sister wouldn't attempt to lay claim to the throne is foolish. I am the King for a reason." At the end of his explanation, I see Nappa come out of the side entrance he exited from earlier, carrying a Saiyan infant by it's tail and pushing General Paragus of all people, into the throne room. His tail was curled around a knife, holding it for him as his hands were full. They make their way over to us and when they reach our location, Nappa shoves Paragus to the floor and passes the knife over to the King.

Nappa's twisted sadistic smile never leaves his face.

"As you can see, Sadala, we have a spy in your ranks. We know that your mother plans to attack the Palace in a few days, and given your heritage, we deduced that you were involved in this conspiracy." I open my mouth to protest and deny these claims, but he strikes me across the face, the power of his open hand slap sending me on my ass. "You have two options whelp. Prove your loyalty to me and the throne, or die with the fools of your rebellion."

Looking from the King, to Nappa, to Paragus, and back to the King, assures me that I am in a no win situation. Not really the attitude I normally have, but I am outnumbered by guys who could wipe me out in seconds, and I have no leverage. The disappointment of losing the battle before it was even started is infuriating. I realize in mere seconds that the physical battle may not have started, but the mental one did, and I wasn't even aware of it. What a fool I was. This realization immediately turned into immense frustration and unyielding rage, but I can not lose my cool now.

If there was a chance for anything to go my way, I had to keep playing the game, even if my opponent appears to have already claimed victory.

"What must I do... my King?" King Vegeta's cold stare is unchanging. Nappa chuckles to himself as I prostrate myself to my Uncle. I tilt my head slightly to Paragus, giving him a glare. His look is one of shame and fear. Good, because if by some miracle we win this, I'll kill him myself.

"This child is the spawn of General Paragus. If you wish to live, which I am only allowing because you are family and could be a key part in our coming trials with Lord Frieza, you will prove your fealty to me by punishing Paragus for treason. By executing both him and his son." King Vegeta's voice is low and threatening, but collected. No wavering or shouting. I knew if I rejected this offer I'd be dead. Even though there was no reason for me to believe that he would keep his word.

"As you wish, your grace." I stand from my kneeling position and take the dagger from his hands. Paragus jumps up pleading to stop as Nappa hands the child to me and restrains Paragus.

"NO! Please! My King! Show mercy on my son! Broly is just a baby! Take only me! I'll tell you all you want to know! Mizuna and the rebellion are attacking tonight! She's working with Tu-" If the King is at all interested in what Paragus was saying he didn't show it. I however am pissed beyond belief.

"Shut up you coward!" Using the knife in my hand I slash at the General's face, dragging it diagonally from his brow to under his left eye on his cheek. He cries out in pain before I turn to his son. "You did this to yourself!"

I raise the blade above my head as I hold Broly out in front of me, and plunge the dagger into his body... and the guilt immediately floods my body as I hear Paragus, an adult Saiyan General, cry for his child.

Nausea hits me like an asteroid, my whole body feels dirty, and I grow light-headed. I've always enjoyed battle, and I've only ever killed combatants in close quarters. Weak non-combatants I've only ever killed via Ki blasts, either from when I've razed cities, or when I blew up Planet Ceres, but I've never killed a baby, much less a Saiyan baby, up close and in such a brutal way. My body trembles as I'm stuck in place. Pulling the knife from Broly's torso, I question what I've done.

I had to. It was them or me.

It was them or me.

It was them or me.

"It isn't dead yet. I said kill it, not maim it. Save your acts of cruelty for those you conquer." Vegeta's voice pulled me from my stupor as I watched the baby squirm under my grasp. How? How was this new born capable of surviving that and squirming this much? No time for questions. I lift the blade again, it's them or me, and prepare, it's them or me, to kill this child. Before I can bring the blade down it starts moving, and I feel cold inside.

"Just like any low-class Saiyan. Willing to do anything to save his skin." And like that, with that simple mocking tone and insult, my rage took over and I chucked the baby at King Vegeta as a distraction and lunged at his throat with the knife. The King simply swatted the infant away from him, and it went flying out the window of the throne room.

My arm was broken before I could close the gap. Nappa intercepted me, twisting my arm and wrenching the knife from my hand as Paragus screams out for his son, as he runs to the window, but the King punches him in the gut, putting him on the floor. While this is happening, Nappa plunges the knife into my gut, and than proceeds to pick me up by my right leg and slams me into the ground. The Vizier than began to beat me. It didn't last long however...

"I'LL MAKE YOU ALL PAY FOR THIS!" Paragus, standing to attack the King is tackled by Nappa before he can even swing a fist. The two of them go flying through a wall, leaving myself and King Vegeta alone in the throne room.

"Look at you. Pathetic child. I was never going to let you live. Yet you were foolish to believe I would show you mercy. Why? Because you're a Saiyan? My Blood? Hn. You would have made a terrible Prince, let alone King." His words hurt worse than the beating. I've been in enough brutal fights that my Saiyan Power, or Zenkai Boost, has been activated multiple times. The beating Nappa gave me was bad, but the situation I was in was much worse. My body was broken, I was bleeding to death, and I had no way of warning my mother that the King was aware of her coup.

"Y-you're a-a-a weak c-co-ward, Vegeta." It hurts to speak, can barely get anything out, but I want him to get close. I have one last chance.

He burst out laughing at my weak attempt at insulting him.

"Really? Yet here I am, victorious once more. You know what I regret though?" Walking up next to me, the arrogant King kneels down and looks me dead in my eyes. "I wish you could watch as I pull your mother apart."

With a last surge of energy and rage, I lift my broken arm to fire a Ki blast at King Vegeta's head. He leans to the side as it soars upward and blows a hole in the building. He looks up for a second and frowns at the damage I've caused.

"Really now, vandalism is unne-AAGH!" While he was distracted I had pulled the knife out of my stomach with my good hand and when he looked back down to me I thrust it into his right eye.

Unfortunately, he was fast enough to grab my wrist and break it, before I could sink the blade into his brain. My grip on the knife weakened, but I still tried to push through. It was no use. He was too strong, even if I wasn't battered by Nappa beforehand, I would have been incapable of fighting back. I hated being weak.

"INSOLENT CHILD!" My Uncle yells at the top of his lungs as he pulls the blade from his eye socket with a squelching sound. He proceeds to kick me and stab me as he screams obscenities and insults. My vision blurs and my blood is pooling around me.

"Your mother is a worthless whore! You ever wonder why you were born so weak, despite your parentage? It's because your mother mated with that low-class fool Bardock!" What? I wasn't sure if I heard him correctly, given the fact my heart was in my ears and I was definitely concussed again. "Fool woman! If she wanted to take over she should have made sure her heir wasn't the child of a weakling like him. Your family is an insult to all Saiyans, being so pathetic as to fall in love with a weakling and to follow it up with the audacity that you should rule."

He stops his beating of me and leans down once more, sure that I can no longer move. He gets close enough to my face that I can sort of make out his face through my blurred vision. His eyes are burning with hate, and I begin to feel something sharp pierce my cheek.

"You scarred my face, took my eye. I'll do worse to you." The knife pierces my flesh, and slightly enters my mouth. I could already taste the metallic liquid from the beating I was getting, but now it was flooding my mouth, almost drowning me as I tried to breathe through it. Slowly, he begins to drag the blade down my face, towards my mouth. Dragging the blade diagonally he pulls it across my lips and down the centre of my chin until the blade leaves my skin.

Tearing my armour from my body, my Uncle starts carving me up, and my vision because blurry and red as warm liquid splashes my face. Dying like this wasn't ideal for a warrior, but what can I do? No longer able to move, defence was out of the question, not that it would be effective. The only thing I could do was take solace that I gave him a disadvantage for his coming duel with my mother. The heat was leaving my body, litres at a time, and the light was dimming. I had come close to death before, but not like this. This time, it felt like it was enveloping me entirely, and I did not want to accept it.

But as a true Saiyan warrior, I would not beg for my life. I would not give him the satisfaction, nor would I dishonour myself and my family that way. As the true Prince of All Saiyans, I will give my life for my people. Normally, I'm meant to be one of the strongest, I should win this, but given my circumstance I will settle for this. So long as we were free.

Then darkness took me.

...

...

A sense of emptiness and dead weight is all I can feel for a moment. I wonder if this is what death feels like. If this was my eternity of rest, a cold, crushing, non-existence. It didn't feel like rest. Then again, was I really dead if I could have these thoughts? Regardless, I am enshrouded by darkness, and can not feel anything save for the aforementioned sensation. Likely due to a lack of an actual body. Maybe this was my hell. I don't know. All that is around me is the void. I do not like it. I try desperately to thrash around and escape but, no progress was made.

Then a warm light penetrates through the abyss, and gives me hope.

"Sadala, honey. Wake up." My eyes fly open to an unfamiliar ceiling. Though it is dark, my Saiyan senses allows me to make out the room. Looking around, I see that I am in some kind of large bedroom, with strange furniture and fixtures. Wait, these were found in homes on Earth... How did I know that?

Right, that dream. I had been so focused on recent events, that I had forgotten about it for awhile. Am I in that dream again? Gods I hope not.

Than again, whoever just spoke to me used my actual name. So it can't be that dream.

I feel movement next to me, and just as I'm about to lash out at an intruder, a woman's hand cups my face and turns my head to face her.

It's her. The blue haired woman from before. I can recognize her face, but her hair is a different colour now. It's a shade of purple, and she has purple eyes. They remind me of something. She's smiling at me.

"It's okay, you were having a nightmare." She repositions herself to be right on top of me, and my arms move on their own, wrapping themselves around her as we embrace. She kisses me, though I can not feel it, any of it. Why?

When she pulls away, the dark room fades for a bloody battle. The tender woman is replaced with the concerned look of my mother. My pain receptors let me know that she's putting pressure on my wounds, and my hearing is muted but I can hear the sounds of combat in the background. Barely turning my head, I see King Vegeta fighting with... Bardock? He looks strange. His black, wild, hair, has a red tint to it, and is pointed skyward, and a golden aura is surrounding him. His eyes are fully white with rage, and the pressure in the room is palpable.

King Vegeta is still putting up a fight, but isn't fully able to keep up. His hair seems a bit more wild than normal, and his tail is puffed out a bit. When I catch a glimpse of his eyes, they are yellow with black pupils, instead of being fully onyx. So the rumours are true. The Ikari state is something the king can achieve.

For the uninitiated, the Ikari state is when you have mastered the Great Ape transformation, to the degree that you can channel it's increased power, without growing into the Oozaru itself. This state actually gives you more of a power increase than the Oozaru form, showing the great efforts it takes to control it to this degree. This gives plenty of advantages. You aren't a large target, the agility and manoeuvrability in our regular Saiyan form is superior, though I have heard Saiyan Elites can maintain their speed in Oozaru form, and it allows for more precise attacks against smaller opponents. Realistically, the Oozaru form is best used when you are one against an army, and for when you siege a planet.

I am unfamiliar with Bardock's form. I have never heard of or seen it before. I feel my mother put pressure on my wounds as I stare in wonder. I can't stay conscious for much longer however, and darkness takes me once more.

No visions came to me this time, only darkness, for what seemed like seconds, but was likely longer. The next time I open my eyes, I see a defeated Bardock, laying in a pool of his own blood, and my uncle is facing off against my mother, who has also entered the Ikari state. I have never seen her use it before, and I wonder if this was a new development for her, or if she was keeping it secret.

"You're weakness has plagued our world and our people for far too long Vegeta! Face me now, and decide the fate of the Saiyan Kingdom!" My mother slides into a combat stance, ready to kill the bastard that weakened our people. While the soon to be dead King takes his cape off and tosses it to the side before sliding into his.

"You are a fool Sister! Your arrogance will get us wiped from existence! And don't you dare pretend this is about my rule and not about your mother and our father! About how I was chosen to be King! This is only about your Pride! Your Ego!" Both warriors begin to charge their ki, their aura's surrounding them. A royal purple around both.

"Of course it is! Everything about my life since that day has been shame and disgrace! An elite warrior, but barely respected by my peers due to your filthy tactics! Your blunder in the assassination attempt of my mother ended in both her and father's death! All because of your whore mother's influence and greed. You killed Father, took my rightful place on the throne, dooming our people!" Their ki auras grow and the palace begins to shake, damage has been done, and clearly the building will need to be restored. Not the first time according to history.

Then without warning they blitz each other. They are extremely fast, I can't really keep up with them. Every so often I catch glimpses of blows being traded. My mother catching my uncle in the ribs with a kick, they disappear, only to reappear when the King catches my mother's jaw with an elbow, before disappearing again. Whenever I caught a glimpse of the action they would normally be blocking or countering each other, but my mother was quickly gaining the upper hand.

Then there is a pause as my uncle stands behind my mother, catching her throat with his tail, choking her, while holding hers, making her weaken. He uses his only free hand to draw his knife once more and stabs her in the back. She grits through the pain, not even being able to scream if she wanted while having the life choked out of her.

"It is you, Mizuna, who is dooming us. Lord Frieza is scared of our people. As much as I would like to become strong enough to kill him, there is no chance our race will survive. He will wipe us out before we can even begin to catch up to him! I do what I must to protect us! Like a true King!" King Vegeta then pulls the knife from my mother's back and is about to cut off her tail.

Fear, anger, and regret over my weakness preventing me from killing him myself flood my body as does my ki. I refuse to watch as my mother is maimed and subsequently killed by this pathetic excuse for a Saiyan. Being unable to lift my limbs, I have limited options, and the rage is swelling up like a fire. The origin of it being in my stomach. The burning sensation of my wounds intensify as I open my mouth to yell at him to stop. To curse obscenities. The raging inferno within rising into my throat.

When I go to release the verbal assault, I instead, through mere instinct and unconscious effort, release the build up of ki I had generated in my mouth, unleashing it on my uncle. I know as it's happening that it's causing further damage to my wounds, and I will likely suffer scars for it but, I don't care.

He is distracted for a moment, the magenta beam of rage racing towards him. Letting go of the knife and my mother's tail he lifts his hands to defend himself from the attack. My mother's strength returns to her, and her tail wraps around his arms, yanking them out of the way.

"NO!" The beam hits him square in the chest. His shout of defiance turns into a cry of pain. The bastard has been worn down by Bardock and my mother, enough for me to deal a blow capable of turning the tides in our favour.

When the beam hits him he releases his grasp around my mother's throat, and she spin kicks him in the face, sending him through a pillar and planting him into a wall. She regards me for a moment, a small nod of appreciation, and then looks to Bardock, and a sombre look splays across her face for a moment, before turning back to her brother, and walking slowly. The malice was radiating off of her just as her ki was. The sombre appearance burns away in the fires of determination and the promise of death was clear.

"This is the end for you Vegeta. Our people will flourish once more. You have taken my family, and my home. You have taken my people, my Kingdom, and defecated all over it's legacy with your actions! The shame I have felt for decades because of you, the shame our race has felt because of you. No more!" My mother gets right in my uncle's face, and readies herself to continue this fight. My uncle, looks as if though he wants to try, but I can see the fear, I've seen it on the faces of those I've conquered, those I've killed, even a few moments ago on the face of Paragus.

He is done for, and he knows it.

"Together with my son, it is time to take back what is mine, what is ours. I will no longer live my life as your second nor will Sadala be the second to your son. That time is over. Every breath you take is an assault to our, honour. To the honour of all Saiyans, but no more, Vegeta. By my hands, you will be cut down inch by inch, the way you have cut down our PRIDE!" As my mother's speech takes hold in my mind, words that will undoubtedly shape the future of our people and add to the foundation of my growth, I feel my consciousness leave me for the last time that day.

The sweet music of my uncle being killed by my mother, acts as a soothing lullaby for me to fall asleep to.