BLOOD SAMURAI

ut 8 years of age. He and his friends sat on rocks by the swamp, their skin and clothes dirty and torn. Maxwell's fiery reddish hair was in cornrows. They sat b

heir tails look like crocodile tails and their slime was acidic, melting everything besides the other inhabitants of the swamp that grew a

n his chest. His skin was pale, he was mostly bald because of hair loss. He had a gigantic beer belly that made old saint Nicholas look like a bodybuilder. As he shouted and cursed at the boys, asking them who permitted them to play. The boys remained silent. " So no one is going to answer me" ask the man as

ep into his skin. Maxwell rushed towards the man, who was now bent over on the ground because of his injury. "Dad, are you OK?" asked Maxwell. " am fine," replied the man as he held on to his face. "Hi, you little shit, take your friends and go home. I and your dad still have to talk," remarked Mr. Welson. Maxwell looked at his dad, who ushered him to go, and he and hi

d's blood, she dropped to her knees as she tried to brace up her collapsing husband. As she braced him up her body was covered in blood due to the lacerations and cuts all over his body, some so deep you see his bone in some insistence. Maxwell's mother rushed him to his room and she carried his father to their bedroom. As Maxwell laid on his straw and grass bed he could hear his parents speak. "There's no way you can carry on with tomorrow in the condition you're in" stated his mother to his father "Am

e let alone be ready after what Mr. Welson did to you yesterday yah shit" shouted the guard. "Am always ready to serve," replied Maxwell's father. Maxwell with his parents and the other villagers walked for two and half hours through forest and tough mountain terrain, whilst the guard rode on horses. They walked till they reached their destin

third and final group to collect. The final group which consisted of young boys and young women including both Maxwell and his mother were responsible for carrying the baskets of gems from the mines and placing them on transporters to be carried out the

is mother never left his side even for a day since he started working in the mines. As he continued his march up the terrain wondering where his mother could be he heard a loud explosion behind him. Confused but not overly concerned as even though it was rare they were allowed to use explosives on tougher rocks to get the gems but then he heard a second one, then several more explosions

hat was happening: a riot, a coup, the villagers were finally fighting back. As the riot raged on it looked more like a war zone than anything else as villagers and guards were being killed everywhere. Maxwell ran scared and worried looking for his p

father remained silent throughout their journey. As they ran they could hear loud footsteps coming behind them as they turned they could see guards chasing behind them with bows and arrows in hand. But before they could adjust to the new situation unfolding the guards launched several arrows at them. Maxwell stood frozen like a stat

s," Maxwell's father took a deep breath before continuing. "Take this paper, find our ancestors' ultimate weapon, and free our people from this nightmare son, only you can do this ". "But why me? '' replied Maxwell as sorrowful tears run down his. "Because it is your responsibility and destiny to protect everyone, you are stronger than you think child now go" replied his dad. "Go before they catch you" Maxwel

slugs made the swamp water very acidic to non-swamp natives. As he heard the footsteps come closer he decided to take his chances with the slugs and began hopping from slug to slug the guards arrived and began shooting at him with their guns and arrows but thanks to his small frame he was able to avoid getting hit while jumping on the monstrous slugs back. The Guards made chase towards Max

and looked around seeing the cottage was poorly made even compared to his old shack of a home. When he heard a voice. " I see you finally awake" when Maxwell turned around he saw a middle-aged man looking at him, Maxwell picked up a nearby knife and flew to the closest corner he could find with the knife

much force I knew it was important to you" the man said. "Thank you" replied Maxwell. As Maxwell stood there giving the man thanks, he took a good look at him. The man was middle-aged, about his late thirties. His skin was a dark hue about two shades darker than Maxwell's own. His body showed serious signs of torture and abuse and of a man that lived a hard life with scars and marks all over his body. On the right side of his rib cage had

for a meal" Maxwell replied. The man grew silent for a moment. "Well, there is more where that came from" replied the man as he watched Maxwell eat with a smile on his face. When they were finished eating Maxwell pulled the paper out and looked at it properly. It was a Map to some sort of cave where the ultimate weapon his father was talking about must be hidden but he didn't know how to find the place or where to begin looking. Even though he was scared to ask the man for directions, he walked up to the man and said "Do you know where I can find this place". The man looke

let's say you can do all that you know how to fight? Or use a weapon to free your people or do you think just because you found a weapon that the people who have your people will respect you and let them go? Replied that man. Maxwell now realizing the seriousness of the man's words and the situation dropped to the floor and began crying. "Where am I going to get someone who can train a salve boy like me?".I will train yo

or this side of nowhere yet". "When can we start?" asked Maxwell who was getting more and more excited as the seconds passed. "In the morning kid first thing first you need to rest to get the energy to train hard to get big and strong," remarked the man, Maxwell shook his head in agreement. As the man walked off Maxwell asked him his name. "Amhaselassie" remarked