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Author: Nasazi Peace
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Mouynaka Senshi, the Forsaken Years
The memories I have at times seem so clear...though not all of them have returned. This is the only time I may speak of it but this is for those who need to know. So long ago my world came crashing down upon me. One moment lead into the next without really knowing what was happening. I hated those years growing up trying to find out who I was and capture a glimmer of the past. In this day and age many young lives are lost, or they are turned into something that is really no longer a child. With that unfortunate fact I hope and pray that someday the villains will see the pan they cause and not enjoy it. Maybe they will see it really isn’t worth causing pain to others. I know that is just wishful thinking, but I can always have hope. For without hope what is left but a dismal life.
Here now I am known as Mouynaka Senshi, a hero...that kind of make me laugh a little. You see almost ten years ago now I was just a child, not special in anyway, except to my parents. Sometimes the most common thing that happens in the stories you read do happen in real life, and this is my common story…though I really wish at times it was just a fairy-tale. Many others have tales such as mine, so please be kind for my words are truth and only that. Not let’s begin our tale with my parents…ah my parents. A good start to a bad ending, and such beautiful life's ruined.
August 2, 1997 is the day my loving parents died; I had just turned twelve that day. As we were coming home from the party our house was on fire. At first I didn’t realize it but my parents had gotten out of the car. Then I saw her...the one who would be my family’s destruction. Then I did not know her name, a villain...one whom will always be an enemy. Quin Sidently happened that night; apparently a toy my parents were working on was not just your average toy. The memory chip it had inside itself was so high-tech that is was almost human like. They say it learns as a child learns. What use for it Quin had, I have no idea. She and my parents started fighting; the villainess glanced our way and shot a ball of fire at us…after that I don’t remember much. I remember being in a hospital room…a few people crying. A few days later we all learned that our parents died as hero’s...protecting us and the world. I laughed then saying "how could they be heroes they didn’t have any powers.”
I learned that my parents had been working for the government developing tools to help our growing population of Super Hero’s and that they too had super powers, which ones they would not say. My father came to me once but he, as far as I could tell, looked worse off than I was. As for mother she apparently our mother did not survive the fight. Quin had gotten away (at this time they could not identify the villain). After our stay in the hospital we were sent to an orphanage because our father couldn’t take care of us. A week went by and then there was an attack upon the orphanage and several others in the area. My youngest brother and I were the only one in our family to survive the hit, Sister Agnes was the only other to survive the hit at our orphanage. My father died that same morning. Josiah, Liana, Keria, Michael and Vidalia died that day, burnt, with barely any remains left. Reporters say it was some of the worst carnage they had ever seen. 32 children and 16 adults died that day at our orphanage. Many more died at the other orphanages. From there my younger brother Lysander was adopted…I had nothing so I just ran off not knowing what I would do or where I would go. To this day I know and hate myself for that choice.
The year Lysander turned 15 was the year more problems for him occurred. His special powers came out. Unfortunately he became more of a bully than anything and ended up in jail after a year. As for me, I had many jobs that were not so...legal, or otherwise considered a good job. Through out that time I tried to be as professional as I could be. Slowly I learned that I had special abilities. The healing ability was my favorite, the one I needed the most; speed came next. Only about fifteen months ago did I find my last ability. Claws that slide out as if the were claws of a cat. At first I did not use them well...the only job that lasted longer than I wanted to, was the one that I ended...with harsh violence.
After a short stint in jail for that crime, I was released on the terms that it was self defense rather than planned murder. I was sent back to the Hero who arrested me, Warron Peace. I call him my saving grace, for that is what he truly was and is to me. He has taught me many things and I will for ever be grateful. Instead of being a wild child set on destruction. I gained a new and better path. Even when a few months ago I discovered who my families murderer was I didn’t not set out on a rampage of search and destroy. No, Warron taught me do only do what is necessary. Quin is now locked away hopefully for the remainder of her life.
I have learned many things in the short few months, from many other heroes’. So many things to still learn, from many who are willing to teach. Many have secrets they will not share, some share anything and everything. Even what colors their underwear is when they wear their uniform, something I wish I did not want to know. The only secret I can give or really have to give about fighting those who may harm what could be a peaceful life. It is to become what you must fight, hellions gang, Circle of thorns, and many more that are out there. . It’s a bit more dangerous and degrading at times but one must do what one must do for the greater good. Keep fighting until the end. It is better, at least I think, to die doing what is right than to hide cowering like a mouse. No I do not squeak so don’t ask. One final thought….
Never give up…Never surrender.
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