The wrath of the North Empire. (Luis)

There will always be a guy that just beats you at everything. Everywhere there always is someone better than you. This is the story of how I became that person. I will tell you the story of how I became the king of the world. I am Jonathan Cluchsein your king.

When we are young we find someone to follow, a role model. When I was in school mine was none other than Batman. Like, come on who doesn’t want to become a billionaire in daylight and a badass vigilante at night. Well my awesome role model led me to become the most competitive person in my school. Always looking for new ways to beat others gave me some problems and it's is understandable because who the hell likes a boy that doesn't know how to lose.  As you might know from your own experience being a competitive kid that doesn’t like being told what to do is no the best way to make friends. So I had to live my childhood lonely with my only friend Artemis.

During my lonely school years I lived in The Great Empire of the North. And well being competitive is one thing but being competitive in the empire’s best military school is kind of hard. Between my antisocial personality and my hate to losing I wasn't the most popular kid in the class. If that sounds bad wait it gets worse. I was born in a salve family. My family never had money and its owners didn’t respect it. In the year 1356 A.E. (After the empire) slavery was abolished making my family free again. In that year I was 7 years old. When I applied to Zed’s military academy I was the only plebeian kid, which also didn’t help making friends. And well that’s it this is how my story started.

Zed academy is the best military school for two reasons. One is that if you survive the 17 years of hardcore training you are officially a badass because no ordinary person can do this. The second reason is why the first one is even harder, that’s discipline. The number one priority in Zed’s is discipline. If you break or even bend the simplest rule you get a determined number of lashes depending in the humor of the commander in charge. And wait as everything in this story it gets worst. The lashing takes place in the center square of the school and all students are forced to watch ach lashing. This created a Roman like culture in Zed’s where people cheer to see their fellow students get punished. And as you might already be guessing I was in the middle of that square a lot of times.

(To be continued in next entry.)