Author's Note: Hiii! I decided to write a multi-chapter story in the perspective of Frank Zhang, or our favorite Chinese-Canadian Baby Man and Hazel Levesque, or our favorite Miss Metal Detector. It's probably going to be mostly in Frank's perspective, though. Also, just to be clear, I intended for Hucleres to be pronounced Hus-leer-eez. Can you tell what it's supposed to be an anagram for?
If you could give me some constructive criticism, that would be great! It really does help a lot. Thank you so much for opening my story! Enjoy!
HAHA I FIGURED OUT THE LINE BREAKS
Six years ago:
Hatred. Seething hatred.
He looked up at the sky, at the moon he despised so much, and screamed for all it was worth. Which was nothing.
It was worth nothing, because the moon still stood firmly in the sky despite his desperate desire to yank it down and smash it to pieces.
Hucleres looked around the forest, at the nature his father loved so much, and came to a decision.
He'd avenge his father. He'd make his mother proud. No matter what, or who, tried to stand in his way.
Author's Note: This is really supposed to be more of a prologue than anything. The next chapter will be longer. Thank you so much for reading! Have a good day!