its a story my first so far and i wanted to share it to know if people liked it, as i have no experience doing such thing and its short, but i hope to continue making it so that i get better at it as i enjoyed making this part.

Prologue 1 Clash of Gods.

It all started 12 years ago. The day my parents had a car accident and neither survived. I and my twin sister did not have any relatives. So we ended up in an orphanage.

I was abnormally smart and mature for my age of 4. I understood what happened and most of the problems ahead of us. They called it hospital but I knew it was no more than an underground lab. I did not want my sister to suffer through anything, so I told them that they could do to me anything to me if they gave my sister a real chance at being adopted.

2 months passed and I practically understood what was happening. There was the front, which consists of the orphanage. The normal kids and the kids whose body rejected the experiment, both are up for adoption. Go to school normally and leave at 18.

Then there was the place that I lived in. it is called the lab, it’s a secret facility where they try different experiments on the children to make a better human being. These include being faster, stronger, better senses, having more endurance, and healing quicker. It’s not a new project so the number of casualties is 0% for the last 30 years or so I’ve overheard. There are different levels of acceptance to the formula; when a child has problems with it he is passed to the front of the orphanage, but I have had the easiest time taking the substance that is supposed to make me better, and shown some of the best results in physical training, and when coupled with my mind I’m the best student so far.

My sister stopped calling for me after three months. Was adopted in 6 months time, by a rich and loving couple, which could not have children of their own. I was and am happy for her and wish her the best of luck, even though I felt my heart break a little.

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For the first year I was given the injections took to it as a fish to water. Was made to run 10 kilometers a day, and after some time started enjoying the movement, experimented myself, running faster, slower, with longer strides, taking jumping strides, even running with the hands.

At 6 years of age I could run 20km in an hour and a half, and could take down 2 out of 3 times the instructor in hand to hand combat.

At 12 years of age I had completed some college courses, learned to read, Spanish, French, and Latin. Could even talk or listen without a hitch to a native. But without neglecting physical training, now I could run 25 kilometers in an hour without breaking a sweat, have a grip strength of 145 kg. I learned how to fight with and throw knives, became a master swordsman, by reading the flow of battle not loosing concentration on my surroundings, and attacking weak points. Learned marksmanship with different kinds of guns, like machine guns and hand guns, etc. but my favorite was and is the bow, longbow or crossbow, I even could get bull’s-eyes running while firing at a target 60 yards of distance every time.

At fifteen, I learned my weak point, it was not anything extraordinary, but was asked for the first time to go grocery shopping alone and I got lost , and could not get back in 5 hours time, when the market was at a 10 minutes walking distance.

I learned that I was not as perfect as I seemed and was undimmed to undertake any of the jobs assigned at the orphanage, wich included choufer, body guard, etc. I felt dejected but that did not stop me from enjoying what I had so far.

I continued my training in the hopes of being useful in the future, but it was not until my sixteenth birthday that I was called to the front of the orphanage, because a smiling couple, the same couple as the one that adopted my sister, wanted me too.

And that’s how I undertook the most difficult task of my life which was to have a normal high school life.