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| Story of a Hero Born of a modest family of field workers Mica grew up in the hill area just out side of Riporia. Wanting more that the simple life his parent seemed to love so dearly. In the spring of his fourteenth year Mica and his younger sister were playing a game of hide and go seek by the lake of serenity. Taking his turn to seek Mica quickly finds his place and starts to hum a song as he counts . Picking her way thought the bordering wooded area Krsytal looks for a fine place to stow away till her brother and find her. Filling his nostrils with the sweet smell of a human child the beast moves with it. Awhile had past but the thirst for blood still made him shiver with desire. Seeing the pray move in the thicket ahead it was hard for a beast of his size to hide effectively but he made do to the best his size would allow. The moss felt good on her back it tingled her neck making a shiver run to her toes. Working to stand from the warm place she scraps the dirt from her knees. The day was amazing the sun burst from the tree tops sending great spears of light to the waiting ground below. The wind carried a sweet smell of orchids and marigolds from the fields near by. Getting up and walking deeper into the forrest Krystal takes a deep breath of sweet smelling air air Moving with surprising swiftness the beast quickly moved to the back side od a large tree the small female child was moving this way. Waiting till the moment was ripe The beast reach a mighty hand out and grabs the child by the face the large hands encircling around from ear to ear. Moving the squirming child closer to his face he looks n to her eyes. A tear forms in one of the blue eyes it runs over the beasts fingers and falls to the ground. With a mighty swing the Beast brutally smashes the girls head against a tree trunk. looking again the tears now only run red. Mica found his sister some time later. The tears came. The weeping filled the trees making the birds stop there singing and the world take pause on its very axis. His sallow far from satisfied he covered the body and carried it home. Shortly after Mica leaves home the joy of youth taken at a early age A quest to find a killer in front of him a world of pain behind. Plunging in to a world were there is already swelling with pain and suffering Mica takes his first steps in to tomorrow. |
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