Regardless of how strong or how much ant work hard they will always get crushed by the ones above them whether intentionally or not.

  Mike's mother Jessica kneeled and prayed on her bed . The front door was demolished and warriors clad in black raided her like humans stealing honey from a bee hive .

  They cuffed her .

  "You're under arrest and in pending death trial after your son entered the Forbidden zone along with those 2 men under your authorization ",the man said under a mask.

  "Is my son alive !please tell me",she pleaded .

  "Shut up bitch!"

  She found us in the prison chained hand and foot . I set besides Blaze on an old wooden chair .

  "They got you to ",I sighed .

  "Did you find my son ",her eyes looked like the sun trying to peer through the dark clouds.

  "Mom",Mike called to her .

  His mom poked him to confirm he wasn't a specter then embraced him .

  For a while they remained like that as if frozen in time and for a while I watched them with a longing gaze .

  "Makes you proud of being a hero right ?", Blaze spoke like a descent human being for once .

  I smiled.

  But it quickly faded.

  "What was that katana ?",my voice was hoarse.

  "That was a spirit katana not sure which level yours is in but it is a black spirit katana or to simply put it a cursed katana . I'm not sure ho-"

  " ghost of the velvet rose, that it name it the reason that city is forbidden ",Mike's mother began .

  Mike trembled.

  "Does it have to do with us being clad in white robes and bandages ?", I asked.

  "Yes , it a long story"

  "It a long night probably our last night so spill the beans ", Blaze looked depressed that the chains prevented him from using his powers .

  Mike closed his ears .

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  "There was a women who lived in an Island not known to to men along with the king her husband Zoro . Her name was Amara Solen ".

  My face ran pale as I gazed at her .

  " That the name of my mother !"

  A king set in his throne watching public executions while sarounded by women.

  Two guards with golden armor stood besides him like statues with spears on their grip.

  The governor of execution kneeled before him .

  "Your Majesty we have caught two individuals trying to enter the forbidden city. We have arrested them along with the one who authorized them ", he smiled hoping for a raise.

  "Very well bring them for execution at dawn ",he seemed unimpressed.

  The governor shrugged, " your Highness one of these men carried a dark katana - ghost of the velvet rose we have sealed it of ".

  The king's expression shifted quicker than day to night.

  "Huhh that katana from that woman we failed to kill ! What a lucky day this is we shall finally be able to account for our misfortune with their heads ! We'll done governor ", the king laughed in joy.

  Jessica shook her head ," That story happened a century ago it couldn't be her as I was saying..."

  A hundred years ago, the land Amara Solen called home was erased in a single, merciless war. She and her husband, Zoro, were taken captive; Zoro bargained twelve years of servitude for his family's freedom, then marched into battle and never returned. Snow replaced rain, and the world froze as if mourning with her.

  Amara raised her two children alone in a collapsing cottage. Her smile survived, but her spirit had wilted. One night, her son Tom fled into the blizzard after demanding the truth: Was his father ever coming back? Amara, terrified of the outside world since the day her homeland burned, stepped out for the first time in years to chase him.

  The storm almost swallowed her-until she saw Tom facing a man with a dagger. Her fear became strength. She threw herself forward, pulling her son away. A letter blew into the snow: Zoro was dead, and his commander, Jack, summoned her to "fulfill his final request."

  "My daughter mommy has to go somewhere for a while . Would you be so kind as to not let any mice enter the house?"

  "Where are you going ?"

  "It a secret "

  "OK I promise "

  "Pinkie promise ?"

  "Yes ", they connected fingers.

  Jack welcomed her with honeyed words and poison intentions. He bathed her, fed her, promised safety for her children-then had her dragged to a cold cell. "You have no freedom of speech," he whispered. "You are a rose withouta farmer."

  After days of torment disguised as "justice," Amara was sentenced to a public execution. Stones and insults rained from the crowd mostly her kind. When the executioner raised his blade, Amara broke her chains, seized the katana, and fled barefoot through the snow, refusing to die by their hands.

  She collapsed beyond the city walls, pressed the blade into her own chest, and cursed the world that devoured her family. Her agony seeped into the sword, staining it into a cursed spirit blade. Her children, restless and starving, died soon after-they rose to becime demons that hunt that very house .

  The city rotted from the inside. People turned to monsters. The king decreed that all executions be performed in white-the same color Amara stole to cover herself the night she escaped. The people called her the Ghost of the Velvet Rose, and the curse she left behind became legend.

  Jessica signaled to Mike that the story was over .

  We all remained silent for a while only the sound of chains filled the room until Blaze broke the silence with a scream.

  Blaze clenched his fist," We have to find a way to break these chains , we won't fall for their cheap poison this time ".

  I simply kept a calm gaze at the metal bars .

  Blaze wondered why I was so calm .

  He glanced at my fist which gripped my white robe turning it red .

  "Some chains are not meant to be broken ", I said .

  At dawn the escorted us to our deaths .

  Dark clouds painted the sky .

  The air was humid.

  I know you can hear me Amara ...

  The king invited all his people , he was engulfed with rich foods , fruits and women .

  I feel your pain.. .

  Blaze seemed more of a silent observer than anything else .

  I know you hate this place and the rest of human kind ....

  The mob mocked us throwing rotten fruits and stones.

  "They are cursed just like that woman!"

  "Make sure they don't escape !"

  "Slaughter them !"

  Mike's Friends stood in the distance wiping tears .

  Mike shot a glance at them and waved a warry goodbye.

  But even if you hate it and our kind I ask for your power....

  They made us kneel in view of everyone in the podium. I gazed at the king .

  He scoffed.

  Because as different as our souls are we share one thing incommon....

  The katana hummed a deep burning red in the sealed area before it shot through.

  "What your plan Kael?",Blaze asked impatiently as they raised their swords .

  I glanced at him , whispered , lighting swallowed my voice.

  The King laughed.

  "Bring me their heads!"

  Once more lighting cracked .

  Chains shattered.

  The heads of the armored guards disobeyed them falling sideways.

  And as they fell I stood infront of the king .

  I was clad in white robe that looked torn .

  ...And that thing we have incommon is...

  I stood before him him as an angel wilding a dark katana,

  An angel of death.

  They screamed louder than the lighting.

  Blaze laughed.

  Dispare...