He felt his back slam to the ground as he lost his footing and began to tumble down the hillside and through the mud...

"I told you a breeze will always knock you down, boy!"

His father's voice thundered through the valley. Lighting crashed as he took a step towards him...
*Aghhhhhhhh!!!! I hate you!!!!! I fucking hate you!!!!!* "Easy to tilt against little boys half of your size old man... What's wrong? Ma need to heal up a bit before you can hit her again? Or did she threaten to leave you again?"

"You shut your fucking mouth, boy."

"Mmmm, come shut it for me 😏"

CLANG!
CRASH!
PING!
CLANK, CLANK, CLANK...

His parry was flawless for a fifteen year old. The old man's sword went tumbling into the mud behind him. "Checkmate old man!" He said as he pressed the tip of his steel to his father's Adam's apple.

"You little piece of shit."

"I'm more of a man than you 😆"

"What do you want?"

"What do you need, dad? Tell me.."

He woke up, remembering that life is not a fairytale, and he had already left them.

Roby X