1 prologue

"BOY!! *HIC* BOY I CALLED YOU DAM NAME!!! "JARAL WHERE *HIC* ARE YOU!!!!" spit flew from the man's mouth as he screamed his slew of curses.

"yes, Torr"

Torr's drunken hand accelerated towards Jaral's fragile frame. "BOY WHAT ARE YOU TO CALL ME!!!" Jaral bounced off the worn walls of Torr's cabin and fell against the cold stone floor.

Jaral looked up at the man "y- y- yes f- ff- father" Jaral tried to get up but he was to dizzy, he couldn't see out of his left eye, he barely had the strength to stay awake then he felt an intense pain in his side as his "father" kicked him across the room. At the same time the boys arm was bent in an unnatural angle.

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Jaral's mother Ylva clutched onto her youngest holding him against her bosom in the cabins nursery. She sat there in terror listening to the sickening noises of the encounter between the toddler and his drunken father. Fearing her or the infant would be next she just sat there praying to any entity that would hear her cries to save her from her husband's hands.

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"YOU DISRESPECTFUL LITTLE DOG I GIVE YOU EVERYTHING I HAVE" he gestures to the barely livable cabin "AND HAVE PUT FOOD IN YOUR UNGRATEFUL GUT AND HAVE TRAINED YOU TO BE A MAN YET YOU LAY ON THE GROUND WHIMPERING LIKE A BITCH"

As Jaral listened to his father something began to stir in the child. He felt something no four year old should feal. The emotion was foreign yet familiar. What Jaral felt was true justifiable rage, and as his rage grew with every hit, kick, slap, and strike he began to feel power in his tiny body and upon his father's next hit what Torr hit was not a deffensless child "WHAT THE FU-" Torr was unable to finish his thought and fell to the ground, Soiling his pants.

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