1 Our end......or my end

In a poor but peaceful country lived millions of people going about their business. Out of all those people a little bit of around 5 years old could years old be seen walking with his mother.

??? -Mom! I don't like going to school; the teachers give me the hard questions and they always call me to the board!

- *the mother gave a soft smile to her child * Well Claeg, if you do not pay attention in class the teacher would of course choose you to go to the board says his mother.

- upon hearing her answer Claeg cutely pouted. But math class is boring mom!

Mommy can I have ice cream when we get home?

- Well, I don't know. I could get you some if you take a shower and do your homework first. I might even make your favorite snack for you later. So, do you promise to do those Claeg?

Claeg - really!? I promise!

-okay then. Since it has been so hot today let's get some cold drink before we go home okay?

Claeg- ye-......

His words were cut short form the shaking of the ground. People started panicking since they have never been in such a situation before. As the seconds passed the shaking only intensified and so did the fear in everyone's heart.

Claeg- mom, what is this !?

I- I think it's an earthquake! Claeg hold onto me and don't let go okay! I am going to try to get us somewhere safe.

The fearful boy did as his mother told him to.

Claeg - mom, does it kill? Is it dangerous? Why are they running? What do I do mom? I'm scared!

- just pray! It's going to be alright! God will keep us safe!

His mother did his best to reassure him as houses fell apart and crushed the people inside. You could hear their cries asking for help, praying to their god, but most of all from paying and fear.

Amidst all of the chaos going on around them they heard a powerful voice threat made if seem like times had stopped. They heard it so clearly that it seemed like all that was happening was but a dream.

"MORTALS YOUR FINALS HOURS HAVE COME! REJOICE YOU INSECTS"

Just like that the god they feared, respected, but above all worshipped. The god some gave their lives to abandoned them as trash.

For that moment of distraction the people had stopped running and screaming. Which was not the best to stop running. The building that was near the collapsed and fell atop the mother and child.

Claeg- mom! Where are you! Something is in my eyes, it hurts and I can see! Mom, where are you? I can't feel my body! Where are you!? Where are you mom!? Mom... I'm.....scared.

Those were the words that the child could say before he himself died shortly after his mother.

The next time the boy woke up he found himself in total darkness. He called and called until he throat was soar and could no longer utter a word. The screams then changed to sobs as he relived what had happened over and over again has if it was being tortured. During that torture he was being subjected to days had passed. The days turned to months. Then the months too changed to years.

In the desolate and cold darkness that seemed to devour all a voice reached the boy's ears. Or should I say the husk remained of the boy's soul.

"Pitiful child"

The being restored the boy's soul and mind. But what it could not change or erase was its blinding rage directed towards the gods.

" I will give you another chance at life mortal. You can do what you want with that life. You have been given a chance so use it well."

The boy nodded at its words. Though he did not know that the voice was talking about he felt it was better then here. So, he blindly agreed to the beings words.

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