The Silver Bloods were gone. All of them lying on the ground. From children and parents and some soldiers all covered up in silver blood. While brave soldiers are trying their best to push through it, some of them are cold dead bodies lying on the brown grass. Even the bravest and strongest ones of all warriors were struggling, but none of them were down on the ground either.

Ken was only sixteen - He didn't know what else to do but remind himself that he was killing enemies and evil people. He wants to fight them. All the evil should end right here, right where Ken is standing. Although some warriors didn't know what they were doing exactly, they were still up and shooting, surviving, and staying on two feet.

Some soldiers were shooting with other soldiers, but most of them were without. I was the only soldier nearby at the moment. Others were far away but still shooting the evil and the bad. Ken was also the first kid around, still fighting and surviving. 

"Stay back, kid!"

A strong warrior ran over to me and started shooting. A sword in one hands, and a pistol in the other. He wore a tall leathery hat covered in dry dirt and black boots to keep his feet warm. The feather in his hat fell out, although he caught it instantly and tied it back up. The wind blew furiously, making Ken fall to the ground.

The soldier held out a hand as Ken pulled himself up. The warrior went back to shooting. Ken duck down under the rock, almost tipping it over on accident. The warrior had dropped the sword and held the rock. He slammed the sword back into his dirty hands, and continued shooting.

"I'm sorry."

Ken said with a worried look. The soldier smiled, although it looked like he was trying to shoo it away. 

"It's not your fault. For the king might be after you."

The warrior replied with a serious look. Ken was sitting behind the rock while this soldier was fighting for his life. Ken wanted to know if the king started all this.

Is the king actually after me? Does he want to end me and my life? What does he want from me?

Ken thought, still asking himself multiple questions at once. The soldier was too busy fighting. The questions built up in Kens head as he got too stressed. 

"Stand back." 

A soldier said, not knowing which one it was. Everyone backed up, as a sudden bomb dropped on the ground. Everyone screamed, instantly running back. 

"They're going to drop a bomb any time now." 

Everyone paused, still firing their guns very carefully. 

"What, we need a plan fast." 

The soldier next to Ken said, looking back towards him. 

"Don't worry,"

Ken whispered. 

"It'll be fine. All we have to do is think of a plan." 

The soldiers ran for their lives, and I was stranded. 

"Kid, get over here this instant! It's going to drop now!"

The soldier said as Ken bounced up. 

"Are we dead?" 

Ken asked. The soldier looked at me in the eyes, not knowing what to say. He pulled my hand and ran towards the ocean. The others were following us, as well as some of the evil ones trying to shoot some. 

"What should we do?" 

A soldier yelled. 

"We have a kid and he's not going to survive." 

The soldier looked back at Ken, although he was gone. The soldier looked back to the others in fright. 

"Did they take him?"

They asked, not realizing that he was running for his life. 

"Guys, there's a boat over there! If we can get on it, we can sail away and survive!"

Ken said as the soldiers ran towards him. They ran up the boat and Ken pushed them away. He jumped onto the boat before it sailed away for the sea. 

"Great job, kid! How did you find that?"

A soldier looked at Ken, knowing that Ken was a smart gentlemen. 

"Sometimes the king spoiled things and we just didn't know it!"

Ken laughed, grinning away. 

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