Prologue

As we zoom in on an old house with a teal blue roof, the sun in the middle and cracked fiery amber walls, we can hear a slight (Author: very horrendous) Snoring.

'Pig sounds'

A young black boy awakens from a long night's rest. On a particular Wednesday morning

Groggily waking up from my bed, I rubbed my eyes and Yawned whilst Stretching my tired bones, waiting to hear that... 'click.' yep just the spot," I said to myself, quite satisfied.

Looking outside my foster care home window, I felt a bit. How should I say it? I was overwhelmed, so I sat on my bed and continued observing GrayHaven Park.

{Alright, all I need now is a comfortable position}

Holding onto my thoughts, I shuffled around, looking for a comfortable place to relax. Finding one, I stared at the Park and the green Esmeralda held within its metal gates. It's something I've done in monotony for the past three months.

Ever since our foster carers fostered us. I have done so as a form of meditation as taking a deep look at things and observing it to their fullest extent is my version of an enjoyable hobby.

My favourite place to observe is the park, as it never fails to surprise me and always gives me something new to watch. Every time I do this, nostalgia hits me like a brick wall as I remember my life and the things I've experienced during my younger years. Even if I'm only 14,t doesn't mean I haven't had my fair share of problems.

"Damn, life is crazy," I said while puffing out my cheeks.

"Haaaaa"

"...."

"Huuuuu"

taking a deep breath in and slowly breathing out, a familiar memory came to mind whilst looking at the crimson red walls surrounding me. These walls reminded me of `when my friend Shawn and I had come here for the first time, and our foster carers had allowed us to decorate our new bedroom.

When Haily Introduced us to our new foster home, she had given us this spare room with two neatly placed beds with big ass windows, and it was all white without any decorations at the time.

Our foster carers were. Alisha is a tall Indian woman with short black hair, Haily, a slim Irish woman with red hair (also Shawn had a crush on her for a while) and Basil, a rigorous black man.

PS: I admired the guy for his muscles as he was buff, and I wanted to be as strong as him.

After a very long democracy held within the government (Our foster carers) and screaming of oppression from the public (me and Shawn), they allowed us to decorate our room after a bit of mild...persuasion (Basically me and Shawn endlessly whining to them about it) in which my friend Shawn and I would start living in. Shawn had picked his bed to be pitch Black well, he specifically said shadow-midnight-black with a pause after every word to sound cool even though it sounded cringe, but I haven't told him that yet.

I wanted my bed to be teal blue with red pillows. We both chose crimson red as the colour for our wall with a black carpet on the wooden floor; Since our beds were opposite each other and there was enough space in the middle we decided to add a long desk in the middle with two PCs placed on them so we could play games or fap...

{I feel like I forgot something}

Scrunching up my face and looking up in an attempt to remember just what I was forgetting... I looked at our digital clock and saw that it was 10:43...."10:43...10:43... Omg! what am I forge-" I instantly clocked, remembering that the game Forsaken Wielders is out today, and it had opened up just two hours ago, unable to contain my joy I suddenly shouted.

"It's 10:43 pm Wednesday, August 23 2022!, bro! the game is out, and FINALLY! we can play Forsaken Wielders!" I Joyfully exclaimed, in turn, waking up Shawn, who shot up in excitement. Shawn got off his bed and...Thud! "Hahaha...Kuahahaha," went his body as he fell face first to the floor.

"wow, look at you from Haily to the floor she steps on; you are down bad, bro," I said, smirking while mocking him.

"Shawn and Haily sitting on the tree K-I-S-S-I-"

"Shut up, fam... look at you, man, you know I don't like her anymore! And isn't that like primary school stuff? We're in year 9, fam," said Shawn as he mercilessly cut me off.

"didn't even let me finish," I said, a little annoyed

"As I should", he replied

"Anyways"

"what? do you mean anyways" he said, slightly confused

"You'll see", I replied giving, attempting to provide myself with a mysterious look as I covered my quilt over my head, creating a cave and covering my face

"Bro, you look like that monster from Immoral Studios cartoon cat.... cuz like I can't even see your face anymore, bro, just white teeth and grey eyes are all I'm seeing... I won't be surprised if your charm stat is one not going to lie as then it would explain why you couldn't pull that gi-," said Shawn as he mocked me without pause.

"SHUT IT!" I said, stopping him before he finished and slowly, my face contorted in anger

"Bro-... y know what?... revenge is best served cold," I retorted while squinting my eyes.

"Say less, what is it? Could you show me? I dare you. I'm still waiting?... Coward," he said with an arrogant smirk, not even giving me courtesy and time to speak.

"that's it!" I said as Shawn just pulled the final straw of mercy from my clenched hands

"wha-"

"SHAWN AND HAILY SITTIN IN THE TREE K-I-S-S-IN HIS DREAMS!...

First came confession, then came rejection; after that, you sat wallowing in depression.

You never had a chance in the first place; you'd probably get one if she'd never seen the boner in sitting in your pants at her place," I said whilst referring to an embarrassing moment that occurred around our first month in the foster home.

"F*ck you, bro," said Shawn bitterly as he hopped onto his PC. I went over and turned on my PC, logged into the game, and started creating a character for Forsaken Wielders. Glancing over at Shawn

{bro, you are so f*cking retarded}

"Shawn! I screamed in shock, surprising him, then saying

"Look at your retarded ass! my guy said your username is C*mKingOverlord? What's wrong with your naming sense? Like bro that's- 'sigh' your some next-level guy, I can't lie."

{"Autry, Shawn, come down for dinner!"}

"Say less Autry, you know you can't say shit, your name is 'Six-Inches_Tall-And-wide'... mine is nothing compared to yours.

{"Autry, Shawn!"}

"Bro, it's not even that bad, man; you sound like some horny motherf*cker."

"No shit"

"wow, look at you, man."

"AUTRY GREGSON AND SHAWN MALORY, COME DOWN THIS INSTANT AND HAVE UR DINNER!"

"Damn! Ayo Shawn, let's go eat!"

"Ai cool"

As I ran downstairs, Shawn and I decided to race toward the kitchen.

"Whoever's last gets no b*tches", I said

Shawn quickly replied, saying, "Autry, I can't lie, but your prophesying you're future right there" Glaring at him, I ran even faster to show him that he ain't ever getting b*tches.

"Ayo Autry, why are you running so fast ahead, man y know time only moves forward tryna prove your prophecy that quickly?" said Shawn smiling wildly whilst he said that =.

I Stopped immediately and turned around to glare at Shawn. We stood still, eyes locked and then we.

Laughed

"Haha-hah-ah", "Bro, why are you so quick with your mouth, man? you always get me damn your good I can't lie", "Ayo Autry, you do know that I am the C*mKingOverlord, right? you cant ever even think of beating me" he replied grinning wildly.

"Say less, bro."

"AUTRY! SHAWN!"

"CRAP!" we said in unison.

So what happened was that we both got into a lot of trouble for running down the corridors and coming down for dinner late, so our foster parents grounded us for a whole day in our rooms, and we couldn't even play Forsaken Wielders as they took away both of our PC's.

"I'm so bored, fam," said Shawn

"Same, bro", I replied to him in agreeance

I asked Shawn, "Ayo wanna pillow fight," as I slowly picked up a pillow to ambush him the minute he said... "Sure, bro"

BAM! "AYO, THAT'S NOT FAIR!" exclaimed Shawn as he held the left side of his face in pain.

"Ok, and?" I said with arrogance all over my face and swung the pillow for another hit.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Shawn and I exchanged hits over and over in euphoric glee as we jumped around dodging and blocking attacks with counters. All of a sudden, Bam! The sound of pillow hitting flesh as we simultaneously hit each other in the face.

Staggering backwards, we looked at each other, laughed, and then collapsed, exhausted from our pillow fight. Shawn glanced around and then said, "Hey, Autry don't you think we should clean this up?" "Oh sh*t, yeah, we should," I said as I looked around our room, bewildered at its state.

"SHAWN, AUTRY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP THERE? WHY ARE YOU MAKING NOISE?! WHEN I COME UP THERE AND SEE YOUR ROOM NOT AS SPOTLESS AS IT WAS WHEN I LEFT, YOU'RE BOTH IN DEEP TROUBLE!"

The door suddenly jerked open, and Shawn and I jumped in fear only to realise it was Chloe, another foster kid. "Hahaha, you guys are both in deep shit", said Chloe as she Looked down at us with glee, "Yeah, and I'll drag you down there with us if you don't shut up", replied Shawn annoyed.

"Chloe, just go away, please.." I asked her nicely whilst holding back my right hand from swiping that annoying smirk right off her f*cking face.

"Alright, fine, but when Julie comes up here ur, you guys are in trouble, and... you guys are weird, you know," she said not before giving us a disdainful look before she closed the door.

"You know that damn b*tch always has something to say; I still don't get what Chloe's problem is. Ever since we've come here, she's always disliked me and you even going out of her way to get us into trouble," said Shawn seething in anger.

"Just leave it, bro; you do know that girls are always fucking petty, well, at least the ones we know," I told him in an attempt to calm him down "fine then", replied Shawn sighing.

BOOM!

"What the fu-?" we said at the same time as we suddenly lost consciousness

"HUMANS, YOUR TIME HAS COME!"