Reapers Tale

Beginning of the End

"I cant move... It hurts to breath... My scythe... Where is my scythe? My ribs are broken... I can feel the fragments... Please god help me! The grip of this beast is crushing my lungs... I feel dizzy... I'm... I'm blacking out..."

His life then flashes before his eyes, stretching all the way back to his childhood. Kuro was a small child who (like others) had a normal family with his mom, his dad, his older brother, and his younger sister. He grew up in the woods in a cabin with his family and they lived peacefuly. And that is where our story starts....

Kuro takes a deep breath as he stands up feeling his muscles beg him to lay down and rest in the forest he was surounded by. But he couldn't, he looks at his opponent and smirks. "Come on Kuro! You can't be THAT weak!" Says Kuro's older brother Shiro as he raises his wooden katana and takes a deep breath. "Come on Kuro take a deep breath and pay attention." Kuro nods as he looks his older brother in the eye as he readies his mind.

[Shiro is wearing a white button up shirt with khackies and Kuro is wearing a black hoodie with blue jeans and black converses shiro has blond hair with gold eyes and is white and Kuro has black hair with green eyes and is white.]

"There you go, now bring it." Kuro launches forward like a rocket and goes to swipe at Shiro as he blocks the attack easily and Kuro whips his body around and as he flips the scythe the opposite way and catches Shiro off guard as he falls to the ground. "Good job Kuro" Shiro says proudly. "I knew you could do it, i'm sure you will be able to protect everyone like you promised you would." Shiro smiles as Kuro smiles with him. "Thanks Shiro I think I'm starting to get the hang of this scythe it's getting easier to use in sparring." Shiro nodded and started walking towards the shed "its nothing Kuro i'm glad to help my little brother with sparring." Kuro nods and smiles "Yea but how did you get so good with your sword?" Shiro looks down at his wooden katana and smiles. "Practice little bro, a lot of practice." Kuro smiles and closes his eyes and opens them again ready to strike, but Shiro is gone.

Kuro looks around for him, but he is nowhere to be seen. Kuro takes a deep breath and turns around and for a split second Kuro can see the gold in his brothers eyes then he is air-born. As Kuro hits the ground the wind is knocked out of him and he looks up at the stars and the trees. He coughs and rolls over as Shiro holds out his hand to him. "Not bad bro but make sure you block some more and dont take your eyes off of your enemy."

Kuro nods in agreement and takes his hand as Shiro helps him up. A bell rings off in the distance and Kuro smiles at Shiro, "Race you home?" Kuro says as Shiro smiles and nods back. "Try to keep up this time Kuro." Shiro says poking fun at his younger brother. They start to run off to the sound of the bell and on the way there Shiro smells smoke and his heart sank upon the sight of the place they called home was in an embrace of flames and smoke.

Hey thanks for reading this!!! this is the new version of the story "Clipped Wings" its now going to be called "Reapers Tale" thanks for reading!!!