Khan slept peacefully, very peacefully.. Maybe too peacefully.
Then he started to dream..
My name is RecklessBravery. I'm 15 years old. My house is in the northeast section of the country, where all the villas are, and I am not married. I work as an unemployed for the reckless house department company, and I get home every day by 8 PM at the latest. I don't smoke, but I occasionally drink. I'm in bed by 4 AM and make sure I get three hours of sleep, no matter what. After having a glass of warm milk and doing about twenty minutes of stretches before going to bed, I usually have no problems sleeping until night. Just like a baby, I wake up without any fatigue or stress in the morning.
I was told there were no issues at my last check-up. I'm trying to explain that I'm a person who wishes to live a bat shit insane life. I take care to trouble myself with any enemies, like winning and losing, that would cause me to have more sleep at night. That is how I deal with society, and I know that is what brings me happiness. Although, if I were to fight I wouldn't lose anyone to an art or writing fight.
Also, when I was 7 years old, I started to punch trees on my grandfather's advice, I ran, I ran, I punched, I punched until I punched a fly. at 6 years old I started to stop using fists and using sticks as ultimate weapons of destruction, as I scavenged through the forest of the wild, my soul blistered by my naivety that I ran and chased down lions that didn't even exist in that forest, the stick gave me power, the power to rule all over the world. Until I found a man that had a stick, but his stick was thinner but longer, his weapon swang and made wind as it moved, and with a sound of impending doom, it hit.. It didn't do anything because i was wearing a leather trench coat, so i started to move my mighty stick, his whip and my Warhammer collided with each other, creating a tornado of winds and leaves in the air, as our weapons went against each other, it started to create fire, the fire came out of both's a weapon, as we're now both indulged by the fire of hell and heaven, we started to realize, that this battle was now irreversible, we kept barraging each other with mighty and lighting bolt attacks, we have now destroyed the entire forest that was nearby us, the battle went on for the next 300 years, standing there, under the wildfire of hell and heaven, standing here, we realized, that maybe, after all, we're not so different from one another, after 300 years, we one day stopped. We walked up to each other and we decided to end this stick battle..
we extended our hands... Then we both tried to choke each other to death, we finally realized that we need to end the stick battle, but we need a fist battle! we are both not meant to use sticks and whips to fight, but our HANDS! yes, our hands! we started to fight with the blood and sweat of our hands collided each other and each punch was a shock wave strong enough to create an earthquake that would shake the core of the earth into little bits, the earth after another additional 300 years could not keep up with the mighty god fists kept rumbling, earth exploded..
However, even in space, the two did not die, they kept fighting in space, their fist was heard in space, and the shockwaves traveled at a speed faster than light, as both did not receive light, they couldn't keep up with the battle, each attack and each movement was slower by the decade, slower, and slower, and slower, until they became so slow, that seemed like a slow motion, until, the sticks of the two gods reached to them, they both grabbed their weapon and started to create fire in space! a new star is gonna form, a new life, a new hope, and a new destruction. They both started to use sticks once again to fight! they created fire and wind, they spinned around each other so much that it was impossible to determine whenever they were left or right or up and down, they were spinning in every direction, after another 8 billion years, they started to create light, YES! their body started to emit light! from the speed of the spinning and the mighty barrage to each other, they started to form a new star from their blood, sweat, fire, and wind! the star is now a true star! the star became a solar system, and after 5 billion years, they were still fighting in the sun, spinning and creating infinite wind and fire! after another 5 billion years, planets started to form around the sun! and one of those planets hosted life! creatures! monsters! things! I don't even know what is there!
but one day, a child, was inspired to fight! always punch and fight! he ran and ran, he punched and punched, he started to hunt with his fists in the forest until he met a man with a pair of Brass knuckles, they started to fight each other, creating sweat and blood, their barrages were so fast and so mighty that they fought with bravery and recklessly, punching and spilling blood, sleeping, napping, eating, fighting! they fought, and they rested! they played Fortnite or whatever game is there, they cried, and they watched twilight while fighting! they always fought! even when shitting in the bathroom they fought! those two were inseparable from the hateful bond that destiny chained them together! inseparable, indestructible, immortals.. this went on for
centuries, centuries and centuries and centuries and centuries and centuries and centuries and centuries and centuries and centuries and centuries and centuries and centuries and centuries and centuries and centuries and centuries and centuries and centuries and centuries and centuries and centuries and centuries and centuries and centuries and centuries
Until one day, something stopped them from fighting, their blood stopped spilling, their sweat stopped sweating, their limbs stopped limbing, their fists stopped fisting, their brain stopped braining, their recklessness became prudent, and their bravery became cowardice. As destiny trained them for something worse to come..
Two people, there were both holding hands, their body looked like it was made of hot steaming lava! each of their steps burned the ground and left a mark that could not be recovered nor healed in any way possible, their body perfected beyond any specie that has ever existed, their stance perfected with infinite wisdom and might, their breath vomited Vulcano and death, their weaponry, a whip longer than any weapon known in the universe, and a stick so sharp that it could cut through fire and the universe itself! The two seem like they were the divine gods that everything knew about, they were the gods of the stick and whip!
The two less ancient fighters looked at them in admiration, fear, respect, horror, cowardice, love, sadness, and bravery and recklessly filled them once again, as the two now knew what was their purpose and life and what their destiny wanted from them, they wanted them to protect this world that they have grown into and hated for! so they will! their recklessness and bravery turned into Reckless Bravery, as now both their body and soul are now one thing, their eye glowed from the depth of the pupil, a smile appeared in impending bravery, they wielded the mighty brass knuckle in their right, and the mighty fists on his left, they started to move, each their step was heard in the entire world, as the steps of the savior of this world will protect them, the gods of the stick and whip started to march to their opponent, now both side's bond is connected by an unbreakable trust in each other, they started to fight, the knuckle and fist met whip and stick! Fire, wind, Blood, and Sweat started to form in the air, the four gods fought each other, shock waves, earthquakes, barrages, lighting bolts, they all fought and spat blood and lava! the stick that could cut the universe itself could not cut the god in front of them, and the whip that could create wind could not create strong winds to push them! mudada, the brass knuckle and fist fought, fought, fought..
Like they always do and always did, they punched, barraged, uppercutted, hooked, slapped, and did everything with those hands! The four gods could not defeat each other, indestructible, invincible, immortal, immovable, untiring, unstoppable, kept fighting each other, they kept, they kept, they kept, always, continued, forever. Until the end of the universe.. But, once they reached the end of the universe, the lavas, could not keep up, as destiny did not keep them to continue.. However, the brass knuckle and fist, were still alive.. at the end of the universe, they finally found peace, within their anger and hate, they found peace, in the void of the death of the universe..
After [An indescribable amount of time] they decided to rebuild the universe, to rebuild the universe that they once loved, they started to spin with so much speed, power, might, majesty, cries, and sweat, that they started to create a light that has never seen for a long time in the void, it spun, it spanned, spinner, spinner, and spinner, they created a shockwave, a bomb, the strongest nuclear explosion ever known, they created a new big bang.
They recreated the universe, and once again, it started.
They renewed the universe, they rebuilt the nightmare...
Poor fools.. What the fuck have they done..
Now destiny is coming for them once again.
[Reckless Bravery]
Then Khan woke up from the alert of his Fever dram thanks to the Sleep Guardian alerting him of a creature approaching him.
