Chapter one
This tragic and amazing chain of events started soon after my eighth birthday, 10/31/2005 to be exact. Anyway it was the day of my femur corrective surgery or whatnot and I can tell you I was not looking forward to it at all. But it had to happen, so I went in and they knocked me out and did the surgery, yada yada yada. But when I woke up I wasn't in a hospital I was in a tent made of deer (don't ask how I knew this) and I say straight up crying out in pain because, well this was right after surgery duh. So I was crying out in pain when two people ran in, one was a tall skinny black haired guy who looked like he should play for the lakers, and the other was an older man probably around 70 or 80. Anywho they burst in and the tall one clamped his hand over my mouth until I stopped screaming. I stopped immediately after he clamped his hand over my mouth and punched him in the arm. He smiled and said two words "shadow or fire" he said to the older dude who was studying me and nodded. Then the tall one lifted me off the cot and put me in one of those Japanese thingys, a rickshaw or whatever we Americans call it.
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(1 hour later)
I was thrown into a room (literally) with about 30 other boys and about 40 girls that were either torturing each other or were playing 'get the chick' or were using swords to hack up dummies, but when I came in they all stopped and stared at me for a second then went back to their "activities". I just walked along the side of this massive room when a hand grabbed me and threw me (literally again) up onto a stage of some sort and held me in a martial arts move or something, when someone came in and said something in Japanese which I strangely understood he had said "wait not yet". Then I saw as three figures came out of the shadows and gasped as........
To be continued.........
Any advice would be nice