The year is 2036, The Earth is ingulfed in a white cloak, a never ending snowfall, the sky is plagued by dark clouds, there is a sense of dread and smell of blood in the air, the world is engaged in a never ending conflict that is world war three ], cities left in havoc and abandoned.
(The story shifts to a high perch point where a young man around 17 years old is holding a bow and taking aim, he is wearing a skin tight black armor with accents of blue around which outline his muscles and accompanying it is a blue shroud which are actually two separate sleeves held together by a metal plate on the back of his neck and he has two black straps on his thighs, he is also wearing a retractable faceplate that covers his mouth, he has black hair and orange eyes, he is about 6 feet tall with a lean yet muscular built.)
As he takes aim he begins to monologue, his voice devoid of emotion
The Boy- It started just like 4 years ago, until that day when the city of Samsara got nuked and everyone within the radius of 5 kilometers was vaporized, all but one boy survived those fiery pits of hell, I should have been dead but here I am.
The Boy releases the arrow and it flies at such high speed that the enemy terrorists below didn't even hear the sound of it piercing through the air, the arrow kills three of them and before the rest of them are killed in the matter of three seconds, 7 men killed with 2 arrows
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The boy puts two fingers on his ear activating his earpiece, a feminine voice comes from the other end
The boy- Sector clear you can mobilize now get the refugees to the checkpoint
Voice- Good job Harsh, get back to hive and report-
Their call is interrupted by a signal jammer and the learns he is surrounded by 4 terrorists who are too close in range for him to use his arrows, so he takes out his bow
Terrorist 1- Hahahaha! Kid you really think we would let you load that thing? Say your prayers!
The terrorist charges at the boy
However, The boy presses a button on his bow and it dissects into two short swords gleaming with a crimson flash, the boy swings his swords and the terrorist drops dead on the ground his torso looks like it exploded from the inside, his internal organs scattered everyone painting the snow red.
Terrorist 2- What the Fuck!?
Before they can process the information the boy moves with intense speeds and dispatches them with utmost perfection landing swings that all strike as a death blow
As the last of his enemies falls dead on the floor the bow reassembles his bow and begins to walk in the south direction, he puts his fingers back on his ears reestablishing the call
The Boy- Yuri, I am returning send a chopper,
Yuri- Alright Harsh, sending a chopper, well done.
The boy stares at the clouded sky standing atop of the body of his enemies.