BLOG 4 TOPIC 8 CHAPTER 4 END? Back story

 

BLOG 4

TOPIC 8

CHAPTER 4

END?

Back story

I’m Robin Parker, sitting near my friend’s grave, the cold stone beneath my hand, the diary trembling in my grasp. The wind howls through the cemetery, carrying whispers of the past, and each word I read feels like a blade carving into my chest. I came here searching for truth, but what I found was destiny.

I’m Sora, here to tell you my story—the one Robin is reading now, the one carved into my blood and my fate. My father was a fighter, the great Rock, a man whose name was spoken with awe and fear. He was well known for killing half of Belltrix’s magical army within a single day. That act of defiance made her furious, and fury in the heart of a tyrant is a storm that never rests. One night, when the world was wrapped in silence, she sent her army to kill my father.

It was midnight. My mother slept peacefully with my brother, while I lay in my room, dreaming of nothing. My father stirred, sensing something in the air—a shadow, a tremor, a warning. He woke us, his voice sharp, commanding us to hide. We obeyed, trembling, hearts pounding. Then the door shattered, splinters flying like arrows, and Belltrix’s soldiers poured in.

My father fought them, his blade a storm, his strength a mountain. He cut them down one by one, but they were endless, a tide of steel and hatred. One soldier slipped past, his blade flashing, and in a heartbeat my father’s head was severed. The world froze. My mother, her eyes wide with horror, handed me my brother and whispered for us to run.

We fled through the back door into the rain. Behind us, those monsters turned their eyes upon her, their hands reaching with vile intent. I closed my eyes, refusing to see, and kept running. Thunder split the sky, striking the ground, and for a moment divine wrath spared her. Only three soldiers survived, and they turned their hunger toward us.

I stumbled, my brother slipping from my arms. They saw him, a child, fragile and pure, and they kicked him with cruelty so vile it tore the breath from his body. His soul left in silence, and I screamed, but no sound came. They turned to me, their boots heavy, their eyes burning. I fell to my knees, praying, begging for help.

Then thunder struck again, tearing open the earth, leaving a bowl-shaped crater. From the storm descended a golden chariot, pulled by four unicorns whose hooves burned with celestial fire. A voice thundered: “You will pay for this!” A spear flew, piercing one soldier, turning him to ash. The god descended, his presence shaking the world. The remaining two soldiers were blasted into nothingness.

He looked upon my brother’s lifeless body. “Son,” he said, “I cannot revive him. His life has ended. But I bless him—one day he will become the king of heaven. When that day comes, you will join him there.” His words were heavy, too vast for a child, but I smiled through tears. He turned to me again: “Everyone has to die one day. But remember—the cause of your death will be the cause of Belltrix’s destruction.”

He cursed her then: “Belltrix, when you die, your death will drag you by the hair, crawling across your kingdom. The knight you sent to kill this child will be the one to kill you. He cannot die until he fulfills this fate.” And with that, he vanished, taking my brother’s soul with him. I wandered until I found a village, carrying the weight of prophecy in my heart.

I’m Robin Parker, who just read this, and I realize now—I was the cause of Sora’s death. I was the reason his brother became king of heaven. I was the reason my kingdom rose, and I am the reason this cruel world still breathes. His words echo in me: “And you will be the reason for the downfall of Belltrix. And you will be the reason to rescue my mother from Belltrix.”

I looked toward his grave, my heart breaking, and whispered, “And I will be the reason you will live a peaceful moment with your brother.”

Thunder struck the grave, splitting the sky, and for the first time, God Himself descended upon the earth. His voice shook the heavens: “Knight, I declare you the god of justice. Go, and show that bitch who you are and what blood you carry. Show this world that the god chose the correct man. You are free to kill those criminals. Lucifer is alive to punish them.”

The storm bent around me, lightning bowing to my will. I rose, no longer just Robin Parker, but the god of justice, the knight of prophecy. My veins burned with divine fire, my soul carried the weight of vengeance.

“Belltrix,” I roared, my voice echoing across the kingdom, “your death is coming.”

The grave glowed, the storm howled, and destiny itself trembled.

 

 

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