The Start

Greyson was born in an advanced era where technology of weaponry was great but rural areas not so much. The infrastructure was like it was 1868 (Assassin creed syndicate) but the weaponry far surpassed it's time. The weaponry was as if it came from movies like Star wars or Dunes.

Though most had it good, Greyson did not. Greyson was an orphan since birth, his mother died shortly after giving birth to him and his father died in the battle field. Though his bad luck didn't stop there he soon got kicked out of the orphanage when he was 8 years old since the orphanage was too full and couldn't take care of him since he was one of the oldest still living there.

Greyson had to learn the hard way how to survive on the streets, he had to steal, fight, lie, and escape in this world. When Greyson was 19, his life started to change. At this time he found out about the rebel faction that fought against the government that focused so much on firepower that they neglected their own people.

Greyson was given the opportunity to join after they have been watching him for some time. Though Greyson didn't know it, he was a genius. The things he learned, no one would have been able to in his situation. That's why most orphans have died once leaving the orphanage and why there was a rebel force in this country.

Though Greyson was a genius doesn't mean that what he did was perfect, in fact all his movements and actions were actually crude and rough. But for being self taught it was amazing, that's why this rebel faction wanted him to join. To increase their power and hopefully to finally end this war.

His time spent there cleaned up his movements and he improved on some of his own moves that he created. He was one of the best members of this rebel faction and he soon found out that his father was a part of the same cause he was fighting for.

Through his fathers connections when he was alive he made a great impression on most so when he died, those people looked out for his son and made sure nothing too dangerous happened to him.

Greyson is now 35 and he has learned a lot about himself and his father. He was now the most powerful person in the rebel faction and he had one last job to finish this war. It was a solo mission and Greyson knew he would die if he chose to do it, but still knowing that he chose to do this mission because he doesn't want any other person to go through the things he had to do to survive.

'I guess this is it huh'. I thought while panting and surrounded by thousands of dead bodies. I am heavily injured after fighting for hours and getting attacked from all sides.

Walking forward while limping and holding my right arm, I walked towards the king who was shivering in fear at what he just saw. He can't believe he saw one person taking on thousands of the best soldiers in the country with outdated weapons.

The king tried to run but he was rooted to his spot out of fear that if he did move he would be dead even though he can tell that the person in front of him can barely walk and is heavily injured.

As I get closer I chuckle and say. "Well it looks like this is the end. Too bad I can't see the future of this country, I can at least die happy knowing that I succeeded and no one has to suffer like I had to." When I finished what I said, I was standing in front of the king. Not wasting a second I chopped his head off in a single blow.

Once I did that I collapsed, my body couldn't stand anymore due to exhaustion and the injuries around my body. Smiling, I pull a detonator out of my pocket and press the button. Once I pressed the button the whole building I was in and the surrounding official buildings blew up. A firework was also set off at the same time as the buildings blew up. The firework went up and exploded with the Rebel symbol signifying Greyson's victory.