I clawed my way up. Up. Up. Towards the top. Towards the place in society where I can rest. I reached the middle and was satisfied. Then it all crumbled down. A trip gone wrong. A knife in my hand as I stared into the eyes of someone like me. Blood spurting as I tried desperately to live. Then laughter from those who looked at me as entertainment. A god took me in as a whim, gave me another chance. However....I won''''t accept this. I will not bow down to this...wretched state. WHO SAID THAT WE MUST ACCEPT FATE!! I WILL NOT BOW DOWN!!! I DENOUNCE THIS FOUL WORLD AND I WILL RISE TO CLAIM MY OWN FATE!!!!!!!!My father once told me : A mans life is decided by his actions, yet fate is pre ordained by gods.I say : I will tear apart those who decide my fate, and I will unbind my shackles, for I have no strings.A tale of rage and blood. Please enjoy. Statistics Overall Score .star-2528-overall-e6df491119884e898e2f2d8ae59c7063:after{ width: 95.5825% } Style Score Story Score Grammar Score Character Score Total Views : 12,222 Average Views : 1,746 Followers : 65 Favorites : 19 Ratings : 4 Pages : 40 Advertisement Go to Table of Contents Mark as Not Interested Follow Favorite Read Later Fiction breaking rules? Report Advertisement Author Wannabe Warboss