The Rebellion

"are there any other times a human being will get a break, pathetic human body" I said in my head, see I never was this grumpy or had such an attitude...I was just a teenage boy living a boring d life not knowing where I came from rather than being in this pathetic town. *cling, cling* the swords slashing against each other "Training is over swords down." "pathetic" "is there anything you want to say luca" "all we ever train for is fighting with the enemies from outside the kingdom and fantasising that one day we'll be saved from the enemies, can't we catch a break." "your all dismissed, but you, you are staying a few hours Luca." *Ugh* I groan as my father slashes me with his whip. "in the name of the heavens what is wrong with you, I'm glad you are no son of mine, such a disgrace to the human name, lord have mercy" "I do no CARE what YOU or your heaven have to say about ME, all we do is live and obey to fight and to worship, when will we ever have a life of our own" "it Is not by your will to ask such!" "then consider me out of your filthy town. I'll find my own answers." From there on he got the name rebellion, see the heavens were well respected, any word against it was disrespecting the government too. Every carriage that passed by him was with utter looks of disgust from the people who were riding it, could her really be that hated. The king sent gaurds after luca, paying attention to his every move until they called out the army."everyone strikeee" said the soldiers as they charged toward him, but surprisingly he slashes all 300 men, only one standing...and with one swift move *splash* he knelt on one knee and drew the sword right through the middle of his chest, into his heart, leaving only him breathing. Then the crows flew away, the rain started to pour and the wind blew his golden brown hair away from his face as he dragged his sword back to the city.