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At age 10

I was bored so I started playing outside. I saw a little girl. She looked like the definition of hope. I think her name was Artimes or Artilia. Whatever.

I saw my dad and his friend walking away. My dad had a gun in his pocket. Why?

I followed him and what I saw was not what I wanted.

My dad holding a gun to a guy's head and that guy is holding a gun to my dad's friends head. I ran to the guy and hit his leg from the back with much force that he fell.

My dad looked at me and we talked while his friend best the other guy senseless.

Since that day I did training until I was fourteen and joined my dad's gang. My dad was the gang leader

At age 16

I heard screaming and went in the direction hoping to help. I saw Artimes being abused by her older brother, Kevin.

I hit Kevin once and he was out. I soothingly talked to Artimes. I took her to the warehouse and then trained her.

She became Goddess and part of our gang.

At age 18

It is Artimes's first day at Glendale high. She was at her locker when Vincent, a gang member, and I walked up to her.

"Hi." We said.

"Hey." She replied.

"Where is Maeson?" She added and we pointed to him and his group of populars.

She waved and looked back at us.

"Who is the dark haired boy in front?" She asked.

"Jayce. Promise you'll stay away from him." Vincent said protectively.

"Promise." She said and I smiled.

"That's my ... I mean our Goddess." I said and she laughed slightly. She was like the little sister I never had and she was always so full of hope.