I never knew my parents. They are a faint memory. All I know is that they were killed. Some how some how, some way. When they died my older sister took me under her wing and she took care of me. I learned how to fight, hunt and find places to rest and hide. I loved my sister and she love me. Her name was Marissa.
Until a summer day, I still remeber it, it was warm but cloudy and it was going to storm. I was 10 yeats old and walking through looking for Marissa untill I saw a flash of lightning then BOOM! Then i heard a scream, i knew it was marissa's. I ran over and saw he next to an tree dead. I layed down next to her tring not to scream. I sat there crying. I didnt know what to do but cry.
Then I dug and big hole and laid her inside and I planted her favorite kind of tree right next to her, an oak. Thats when i heard a wisper through the wind and it said, "The ax, take it and remeber me...." So i took the ax and i layed there and watched it rain on me as I tried to think of the good times with my dear sister Marissa.