The night was pitch black, the blackest its ever been. On this dark night a boy who looked to be around 8 mysteriously formed in the african jungles in the middle of a war zone.

2 african soldiers were walking along the jungle when one of them seemed to spot something. The soldier who seemed to spot something said some words in his language to alert his partner. They were both on alert as they closed into the spot the mysterious boy formed.

The boy was awoken by the sounds of the 2 men coming over. crunch chop crunch chop, the sound of the men chopping leaning branches and walking on the floor filled with various leaves and objects made for a horrifying image.

The boy seemed confused as to what he was doing here, seemingly not remembering nothing as he continued to shake his head as pain filled it. The boy soon stopped trying to recall who he was as the pain only seemed to grow the more he forced it.

The boy noticed an eccentric ring on his thumb, this ring was black with gold and red entwining on the bracelet ring. The boy tried to take off the ring to get a better look at it, but the ring was unable to move in the slightest.

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The boy was unable to think about the situation as the men who were making there way to the boy finally arrived. The men seemed puzzled as to how the boy got here. The men didint seem to ponder the question as they aimed there rifles at him. The boy detecting the danger raised his head from his ring and gazed at the men.

The boy had a look of calm as he stared right down the barrel of death. The boy felt the words survive, survive, no matter what, I will not fall again.

The men pulled the trigger withought trying to ask the boy any questions. The whole world seemed to slow down as the bullet exited the chamber and flew to the boy. Not caing in the slightest the boy rushed as fast as lightning and appeared behind the 2 men, with a jump and 2 chops the men would forever lay here.

The boys gaze grew hard and cold as he looked at the men. Even though the boy didint know what he did or how he did it, all he knows is that he must train, learn, and survive.

The only person who would know what went on there walked off into the dark night as he breathed in the heavy smell of gun powder and animals while thinking about what to do.

Nobody knew what type of legends this boy would create nor how many herats he will capture and how many live will end by his hand as he walked off into the direction of the intense deadlock fight.