This is Zak. Right now, he's on a balcony in the heart of Boston, waiting to one day become a billionaire. But, how will you become rich by just sitting and taking up space? You won't. Zak's ultimate end goal is to be able to provide for not just himself, but also his family.

Zak comes from an ancestry of warriors. His great great great great grandparents used to be some of the best war generals in the world. Many centuries before, the Pachi family fought wars against other tribes. Here's the thing though. All of them were born in a way to be legends.

Zak was unique as he shouldn't have survived birth. You see, Zak was born three months early and as a baby, he looked very promising. Some filthy women got their hands on him and swapped him with another child. They looked similar, but not completely. Unbeknownst to Zak, this event occurred.

Because of one simple error, Zak went to a nearly broke family who didn't care about his well being instead of a clan of nurturing warriors. So, Zak, feeling neglected ran away at 8 years old. He survived off of mere scraps and was very frugal.

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Zak was able to eventually work his way up to top of the food chain in his area and became a feared strong man. But the thing was, his aura was intimidating, but he was really soft on the inside. Like really soft. Because of his appearance as a fierce warrior, nobody ever payed attention to him except those who thought they were indebted to him. Those who were indebted to him for a time would become his underlings who'd help him survive the harsh weather. In fact, it fostered a sense of community among them. However, it all came collapsing down to one man. The survivor was Zak. He failed his first army, but no way would he waste army number two. Zak wanted to be the king of his turf no matter the cost. Being the true one meant everything. After all, if I'm not on top, how am I supposed to succeed in this cutthroat society? I must be the best to survive my family's legacy!

I was thinking that as I walked outside. Truth was I'm a failure. A total failure. I walked the street, the rain hitting me hard. The only nice part was I was about to go to a Red Sox game. That was my turning point.

This was written for a small project, so enjoy how short it is! New story next Tuesday.