“They're twins.” My parents said that I was not born alone in this world because I had a twin, but unfortunately, he died, and his life was not extended. Because of the hardships of life and poverty, his serious illness was not taken care of. It was difficult for them, but they have to accept everything. But a year later, my mother lost her life due to depression and because she could not accept the loss of my twin. While my father, who is addicted to vice, seems to be gradually losing his sanity to the point where he almost killed me. I got wounds, scratches, and bruises in different parts of my body because of his abuse that I was almost afraid of him. That's why my grandmother decided to leave our province and distance from my abusive father so that what he did to me would not happen again and everything would not reach a serious situation. We ventured into an unfamiliar city where everything was new to our eyes. There we started a new life, it wasn't easy, but we didn't give up an

He raised his sword to prepare to kill me. I clenched one of my fists as I looked at him with a frown. In those moments, I was like a rock where I was not moving or even leaving to save my life. It is unclear to me why I did that, but maybe it was caused by my extreme shock at what I discovered about that sword. It seemed to shine in my eyes as if it were calling my name. I was stunned by his sword, and for a few minutes I lost my mind that my life was in danger. Until unexpectedly, an arrow suddenly stopped him. It hit his left hand where he immediately let go of his sword and then his blood dripped on the ground. He pulled out the arrow buried in his hand, and then he turned to his left where the arrow had passed earlier. Even I turned around and frowned because I couldn't see anyone else there except for the two of us. It was dark there, and it was not easy to see where the person who helped me was hiding or the one who shot him with an arrow. But I was certain that he was just the

“Fire!” I tried to knock him down with just one bullet, but it didn't hit him, that's why this time I will try to knock him down with a bomb. Maybe this time I can knock him down. I swallowed deeply at the same time as beads of sweat dripped from my forehead down my cheeks as I aimed my weapon at his location. Furthermore, I held my breath before I released the bomb on him. With the force of it I was thrown and fell to the ground where I dropped my weapon. But that bomb immediately went to him, in less than five seconds, it exploded where he was so that the whole area around us was filled with smoke. I closed my eyes because the smoke caused by it was hot. But after a while, I opened my eyes. An eerie silence enveloped the surroundings. I stood up and slowly walked towards him, where his direction was covered by thick smoke. I frowned with a trace of curiosity on my face. Is he still alive or dead? But it's impossible that he's still alive because it's not just an ordinary bomb used i

“You hear what you're saying? Shouldn't you be the one to rest the two of us because it looks like at this rate this is going to be your grave.” He said in an insulting tone of voice. I clenched one of my fists and looked up sharply at him. I was sincere to him for a second, but he immediately ignored it, so this time I will make sure that he will not be saved from my hands, that I will not give him another chance to spare his life he. Furthermore, I closed my eyes for a moment to gather all the strength and energy I had left. Likewise, I gathered all of this in my right hand where I was holding my saber sword and because of my combined energy it fell on my sword where whoever it hit would surely die. My right hand burned blue, and then I quickly went to where he was to finish him off, but as I expected, he immediately blocked my attack on him. But this time he was having a bit of difficulty balancing his body. It's obvious that he's getting weak, but he's still trying to fight becaus