My mother died giving birth to me. That meant my father had to raise me in the small village. He had help from his friend, whom he grew up with. Everything was going great for us. That is, until I turned 8.
On this fateful day, The big city from the North attacked our village. My dad, was able to get me to safety while he and his friend goes to protect the village. I, of course, am too stubborn to follow directions and decide to go and check on my father.
This is when I see him fighting two Northern soldiers at once. Go dad! One slice each, he takes them down. They keep coming though. Now he's surrounded. My dad is the best fighter in the village. This will pose little trouble. What the...? They got him. "Check to see if he has it", I hear one of them say. "It's not here", another soldier says. They leave and I go to check on my dad.
"Go...to...the village in...the South and...find my friend...he can help raise..." Before he could finish he passes away.
To be continued...