9 years ago

Waylon Palace

Brazil

Screams of anguish were expected, agony of bleeding heart of a recent widow would have been understood but the contemporaneous silence was something that frazzled the Waylon Palace that day.

Ajax's eyes were red, puffy from crying, his hair dishevelled, his clothes torn from savage fighting, scars adoring all his frame, that was the way life turned an innocent child into a murdrer.

His family was on stake, his sister and mother would have been sold and used like toys, he didn't had an option.

Walking towards his Palace with new found guards who didn't wanted to come across him, they thought he have...