TheRegular
Every child is born with an innate ability to travel, grow, and explore their lives to the fullest extent. It is to the beguilement of the adults and the treachory of their minds that enslave and corrupt what we call... the gift.
"Begin,"
Their tests were done within a minute.
The scoreboard rang. I stopped and stared. The people cheered before falling silent. What had happened? Was that a foul? Was it a touchdown? Did the coliseum fall humble?
No, I faulted.
Unto the dawn, for whatever reasons, the beginnings of a fan began to emerge. A portal from the abyss let loose the golden fans for which my master once razed.
"You are too good for my eye."
"To my death."
With the martial arts contest underway there wasn't much time to think. To breath.
"Go Kai!"
Take him down, they said. Couldn't they say and do the same in one ending?
No. No, they couldn't.
But I would.
The formula had went totally wrong. Why, though? What was the issue?
Combine two chemicals for one reason and boom the next.
He looked back at the room trodden with rubble from the hollow of a tree. Muck and scars riddling his face.