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Prologue

??? POV

  I found myself being surrounded by darkness. I looked around hoping to see something that will give me an idea where i am. But i was only met with an endless void. I looked down only to see a path forming infront of me.

   Out of my curiousity, i started to walk down the path. While walking i got the feeling like i'm being watched. So i stopped and looked around. Still nothing, so i started to walk down the path again.

Walk...

Walk...

Walk...

   I walk for about seems like an hour when my knees started to get tired."When is this gonna end?", i complained while looking at my sides. A voice called out to me causing me to stop in my tracks. I quickly spun around only to see a figure at the distance. I can tell that the figure is a male because of his voice and height. The man is about one foot taller than me if i say so myself.

   "W-who are you?", i stuttered definetly sound very scared. The man didn't respond at my question and stepped closer. The closer he gets the more i can make out his face. He stepped closer and closer and closer until i can finally make out his looks. His dark blue eyes furiously stares back at my own.

 
   "YOU ARE WORTHLESS", he finally responded growling at me. He stepped closer with his hands curled into a fist. I was frozen in place when a wind blew past me. His brown hair swayed back and fort as he gets closer. He stopped in his tracks as he continued what he's saying.

"EVERYONE HATES YOU"

   "No", i whispered as i feel myself started to shake.

"YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE HERE"

"YOU ARE NOT WELCOMED HERE"

"I HATE YOU"

   "Please", i plead as i cover my ears and slouched down. I squeeze my eyes shut as i feel warm tears flowing down my eyes. Voices echoed throughout my mind. I felt a hand going through the top of my head and i found myself getting lift up by a hand clutching my hair.

   Before i knew it, i was faced to faced with a familiar face. My eyes widened when i stared at him. After staring at him for it seems like forever. I felt myself getting dizzy and starting to lose conciousness. He gripped my hair so tight that it's basically hurting me. But i don't have enough strength to move or squirm on his grip. Before i black out i remember the face of a relative glaring down at me. The relative that despise me the most.

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"MY BROTHER"