After the death of my mother, I was completely alone in the world. I knew no one that I would burden with my presence so I wandered aimlessly. For around a year, I slept in the streets, ate what scraps I could find or steal, and trained myself. Everyday, I ran for as long as I could and made it a point to get into fights with other orphaned children over whatever they had that I wanted. I was left broken and bloody on several occasions, but it did well to make me strong.
One day, my life changed again. A man came to the city I lived in and I could tell right away he was like no one I had ever met. He was a ninja. I heard various people whispering about the stranger on my daily run and I learned he was very dangerous. It was then I knew he was the chance I had been waiting for. I had to find him and ask him to teach me, train me in the ways of a ninja so I could take my revenge. If he killed me just for approaching him, I didn't care, because if I couldn't be trained by someone as great as him then I would never accomplish my goals and I might as well be dead.
It didn't take me long to track him down for I knew the city very well and knew where every single inn was. It was easy to find the right one for the people walking past and working there wore expressions of fear. So, I waited on the sidewalk across the street. He had to come back or come out sooner or later and I was correct. Well, it was now or never, so I got up and made my way across the street.
 Pirate Eshe · Wed Feb 07, 2007 @ 08:02pm · 0 Comments |
