6 hours before Chidon woke up, in the location where everything ended, an individual with a cloak and striped clothes with black jeans approached the wreckage of his already deceased parents.

  As he stands there in the pitch black of night, he sees everything that has happened and how his life has changed completely.

  As he looked at the rubble, he stood there for a minute, cracked his arm and stretched a bit hearing the crack from his bones relieving as much tension as possible. Sora took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, calming his mind.

  Then he started to look at the travesty of the destroyed house. At that moment he realized that the rubble hadn't moved an inch, most likely since it was so sudden…

  Sora started to search the incinerated house for thirty minutes, just to find something that he could keep as a memoir and not lose himself in what he was going to do.

  As he searched, he saw a purple shirt with scorch marks on it, but still in somewhat good condition with silver roses on the left arm, just on the opposite side of his thunder like scars on his right arm and just a bit torn across its chest area.

  As Sora looked at it he picked it up and he said to himself under his breath, “hmm… I guess… I should be happy this survived, it really brings back memories, like that time we went to karaoke, that mall, and the games we played together…”

  Sora continued with one solemn tear dripping down the right right side of his face as he looked down at the shirt, “Those were great times, and I'm glad we spent them together… Even till the last minute of your lives…”

  Rain started to pour as those words left his mouth although it should’ve not been raining that night, “I guess it’s time for me to move on, mom, dad, please watch over me… i’m going to try to change myself and that’s why,… I promise,… I’ll get stronger and smarter to protect the people I deeply care about…”

  Sora clenches his hand with the shirt grasped onto it… as he thought about his friends, “Although, I am leaving all of them behind, I hope they can live a life without me, everyone, please stay alive just long enough for me to get stronger.”

  Sora turns around and looks away from his house and with a determined look he starts to walk away, leaving the tarnished house all the while losing everything and leaving everything in the past while moving confidently towards the future… Like a warrior that’s about to tackle his destiny.

  7 months after Sora officially left his past behind… Over the mountain tops of a desert, you can see a figure overlooking a city and checking out nature taking its course, animals fighting animals, plants doing what they can to survive… And the cloaked individual says a line.

  Have you ever heard the old saying, “for every action there is an opposite or equal reaction.” What would happen if a person has done so much good in their life that an opposite reaction would occur when everything you know turns upside down and you just don’t know what you did to deserve it… And you start thinking, what is it that I can do to change that outcome? More good like saving people, or heinous crimes to get that opposite reaction. Well, ever since that day it’s been like I’ve been stuck in an infinite loop of what I could have done to change the outcome… To change fate…”

  Well, in order for me to move past that infinite loop, I needed to get stronger… The perspective turns upon the cloaked individual's face. My name is Sora, Sora Sanano I’m 16 and I have been wandering for the course of a year to gain knowledge and strength…

  I’ve Left my home, my friends, and my school back in Florida to gain knowledge and strength… For crying out loud, I can speak multiple languages somewhat fluently and I’ve stocked up on ways to help people, both mentally and physically…

  I have learned many fighting techniques, self defense, taekwondo, karate, brazilian jiu jitsu, and so much more…

  All because, ever since that day, I’ve been trying to make it so the opposite reaction wouldn’t happen and I could change fate itself, although it’ll be difficult I’m much more determined than what I used to be.

  I’ve been through New York, Maine, Texas and… I guess that’s it, I walked and practiced all that time in my lonesome making some allies anonymously and leaving them behind as well.

  Over these last couple of months it's been pretty interesting to say the least. Before that day, I was normal and even the days that preceded it were also normal taking into consideration what happened.

  But, after that fact, I became parentless, friendless, and school less. Sora put a fake smile up as the wind blew across his face and laughed in a weak manner, “Hehe, thinking back, it really feels like it was just yesterday when I turned out like this, and my frien…”

  Sora stopped before he finished the sentence and said, “Never mind them, I want to stay out here for a bit longer and train even more so I could go back without any regrets.”

  Sora stood up and said, “Whelp, I guess it’s about time I train even more while I’m in the middle of this waste land…” Sora started to walk down the mountain in the blazing sun and talked to himself,

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  “Umm, okay then I guess I should get started.” As soon as Sora says those words he drops down on my stomach and starts to do as many pushups in temperatures that feel like it’s in the 100’s.

  As Sora starts doing his push-ups he starts to internally monologue, “I would always start at 1 and go all the way up to 50 and take a few seconds to cool down and drink water then do that 25 more times.

  Soon after, I would follow the push-ups with sit ups, squats, Russian Twists, and etcetera.Then ending it with a nice 20 minute plank at the end for core abdominal strength. And even though it sounds unhealthy, I’ve made a lot of gains these past couple of months. All the while, living in my little abandoned shack.

  In addition, I’ve been able to go to Houston Texas and come back with a bit of water and get in a few fights with animals in the area to have a good amount of food. On top of that, I haven't lost one ounce of knowledge since I’ve left.

  Honestly, I might've gained even more knowledge than I anticipated. I went to the Houston public library and did research on medicinal techniques and tested them out on myself. Honestly, I'm surprised I haven’t died yet, there were a couple occasions where I almost did, making medicine and either making myself unable to breathe, immense muscle pain, rapid cellular deterioration, but I was able to get through it…

  As I look back at it, I really have done a lot, ever since I left everything behind. Plus, with medicine, I also read up on basic treatment methods, parts of the bodies and how they are affected by physical and strenuous activities or abnormalities.

  An example of something abnormal within the body would be a bullet wound, knife wound, and anything else up the ladder and while I was in the library I took the liberty of learning other languages…

  After all those exercises I ended up getting a headache and decided to go to sleep since I didn’t really have anything that could help me recover from a headache at the time, So, I returned to my shack without being able to go to Houston and got some necessary rest to recover.

  On the following day, I woke up good as new without any type of problem, so I did my daily regime all over again, the 50 and 20 min as I’d like to call it. Then I went on a nice run to Houston which is about 20 miles away so nobody would question who or what I am.

  And in around 3 hours I arrived at Houston and brought my cloak to hide my identity from anyone who might recognize me and from the people in the streets.

  As soon as I'd arrived everything seemed normal, just a normal day, I was walking over to the public library and then I heard something… I heard a bang and then I witnessed a man running past me with great desperation.

  As he ran past me I grabbed onto his jet black jacket with my bandaged right arm and tried to gather some information to try and speak to him and he shouted towards me, “GET OUT OF THE WAY!”

  When I saw the way he reacted and the rush that man showed I instantly looked at the street that he was running from and saw a crowd of people surrounding something with people screaming and yelling “Someone call the police call the ambulance!”

  I look back at him and without a second to spare, he grabs a pistol from under his jacket that's hidden under his shirt and aimed it at me, then shot it at my chest.

  As I feel the bullet slow down and an image of my past self tumbles to the ground bleeding out as a lifeless corpse. I wake up and with a serious expression I tell myself that I've changed…

  As of now, I have a lot more skill than the weaker image of my past, of which I used to be.

  Thanks to all the reading and training I've done. I’m able to read the bullet's trajectory before it even hits me along with the man's movements and compared to a wild mountain lion, I came to realize that this is nothing….

  I instantly started to use self defense techniques, I dodged the bullet as soon as I heard the sound from the gun and grabbed his right arm, as soon as I did that I went behind him holding his arm with the strongest grip I can muster and I throw him down, jumped, and put my legs on his neck. And within a few seconds I took out a rope from under my cloak that I use to capture wild animals and hog tie him like a wild beast.

  Soon following that encounter, with great haste I made it to the crowd of people and saw a man lying down on the floor with a bullet wound constantly bleeding without stopping, I looked at him thinking I made the right choice…

  I first shout out to the crowd, “does anybody have something that can fit the hole and work as a pincer?” But no one responded, so I took matters into my own hands. I took part of my shirt and wrapped it around his wound to try and stop him from bleeding out.

  Later on I calmed him down so the blood didn't keep on gushing out. And within 3 minutes the medics arrived at the scene with a stretcher and did some basic life support methods to help him live.

  They picked him up and took him to the hospital, but right before they left, I told them to call the police because the culprit was over there. And with disbelief they look over and with shock and see a man tied down with rope unable to do a thing.

  As soon as they see that man, I start walking away and they ask me “why?” I looked back and I told them, “ It’s because he has someone to go back to.” I looked away and continued walking once again.

  While I was walking away, I thought to myself, “that’s if he’s not like me…” As soon as I said that I remembered everyone, Chidon, Kuzu, Johnny, Tucker… Everyone, and what has led me to this point.

  I looked forward and grinned softly, then I corrected myself, “I guess everyone does have someone to go back to, even if they don’t want to, but what I saw in that man was a will to live and move on with life.”

  With that rather happy ending, I go to the public Library and do some extra research on a few more fighting techniques and some other ways to treat people more effectively like that man.

  Once I was done I left without a sound walking through the same street and running the same 20 miles going back to the shack and going back to taking on some animals for food; then going back to sleep…

  The next day will be a new day, or basically a rinse and repeat for me is what I keep on telling myself everyday, unless I decide to go back…

  I look down at the ground after I cooked the fresh meat I was able to skewer and tell myself, “Well, I guess it doesn’t hurt to pay a visit once in a while…” That’s when I thought to myself, … “I should go back in a few weeks. Because to be honest unless the world changes, there really isn’t a reason for me to stay here and to be honest I have learned plenty…”

  “Oh well, I guess time will tell, I then go back to the shack with my and look at the wall to see a shirt with scorch marks with the same roses on the opposite side of my arm that has the scars from that day and I said to myself, “isn’t that right mom.. Dad.”