• His tears poured like salty waterfalls pouring over the ledge of his eyes. The blood from his shoulder trickles down his chest, the crimson liquid glistened in the moonlight. He felt a sharp pain shoot through his body after a minute of nothingness. the pain tortured him and tenaciously gripped him as though never to let go. The pain slowly subsided and numbed as he stared into the full moon the crisp autumn breeze picked up to tremendous speeds ripping the leaves of of the surrounding trees and the rain the was fallen now turned to snow and ice. Jeff ripped through the beast that held him there . out of Jeff's fingers shot claws of ice . he shot towards his blade at unimaginable speeds and one he held it and engraving upon the side read "Death clan". The Blade had ice slowly run up the blade and entangle it even as the fires burned the ice was moving so rapid that the flames couldn't even n** at it. Just then he swept the blade across the air and the fires extinguished. He bent down to his father and stared at his blue face this was the most honorable way to die. He stood and saw a man that looked much like him dressed in a black cloak with a katana ready on his back. As soon as the man saw him He burst into a run Jeff gripped his stomach as a powerful searing filled it. All went black darker then the night.
    Jeff awoke the next morning from this awful dream and slowly walked over to the mirror he had hung upon his soot wall. and saw he had dried blood on his lips and something even more mysterious his eyes had changed from a wooden brown to a piercing green just like the man he saw the previous night...