The Story of Royal Katana
It was late; the dark night blankets the city of Barton. A crash broke the silent night.
“It came from the Barton Boutique!” someone shouted.
“Oh my god the boutique it’s on fire!” another shrieked.
As the people watched the firemen put out the fire, one of them said
“LOOK!!!”
A young child emerged from the burning building coughing and crawling out of a small opening on the side. The boy turned around as if he was looking for something. But as he turned, the opening he crawled out of collapsed. The boy’s eyes opened wide, and as the flames of the fire reflected in his eyes, he began to cry.
“MOTHER!!!” the boy cried out as the firemen struggled to pull him back from the fire. “Let go, let go of me! I have to save my mother!”
“There is nothing you can do boy. Calm down, it’s lucky you’re even alive” Keton, captain of the firemen, explained. “She’s already gone. I’m sorry.”
“NO! MOTHER! NOO!”
He sits up from has bed and looks around his room.
“Huh? What? Another nightmare? Man that’s the third one this month”
“Katana let’s go we’re going to be late!” said Simon.
“Alright I’m coming” he replied.
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