Original V'kayree

This is a story about a person who feels different;A contradiction was made into his sentiment though he was flexible and sociable nevertheless. He is clueless regarding the mishaps, he is reticent about what burdens him. Check this one out:

It all started with a blast, when there were nothing who can make a move to try to hinder the graceful flow of the stream. The confidence of being yourself, the willpower of impenetrable self-control are in flames blazing in red. The acceptance of the things you done wrong, the forbearance to hold on still, the warm embrace of forgivess, was a piece of cake. There were times that he wanted to give up. But he was not enfeebled, these made him stonger instead. He accepted the criticisms, the jokes that wasn't seem to be in, the advices that made him feel small.That explains that when he said something to others, and they were offended, his heart will melt in the first place.He feel sorry about that, trust me.Maybe he made a small improvement, a progress that no one can ever appreciate, he is still happy about himself knowing that he did something great. As the time goes on, there were people who made him feel like that he is not alone though he was blatantly different. This made him more capable of gaining comraderie among the people he always meet. This made them miss him most of the time, look after his presence, and even felt something that was really special for a couple to have. As this grows, it made him stonger. The essence of amity, those problems that you have shared and solved together as a team, those who keep on saying that he is weak, those person who left him in the atmosphere were always in his mind maintaining the courage that is burning within,developing more affection an a sense of protection about his loved ones.His side of being vindictive was never been a contrary to his side of being evasive.His loved ones were became his stronghold over the things which wants to compel a great force to destroy and annihilate everything on his wake. Everything was fine. Everything was doing great. There were ups, and downs, but these were just the beginning. The real deal will precede hereafter.

This is the big one. He is perplexed. He found himself locked up on a dreary four cornered space. The space was so dark, cold and uncomfortable. But how did that even happen? He can escape, but somehow he thinks that this is where he belong. He was suddenly afraid of everything. He lost confidence. His will. His courage. The people he treasured.THAT WAS ALL IN A SUDDEN. HE CAN'T BARELY MOVE. HIS HANDS ARE BOUND ON A CHAIR. ALL HE CAN FEEL IS HIM BEING DRAGGED IN RED.....

The strongest man yielded for his sword was worn out by countless battles.

From that time, he felt worthless. All of the things that he built was gone.

Ashes.

He can see the ashes fly to the horizon as he watches the blood red sunset.

His evenfall...has begun.