A Destiny

Shane Story Part 3's

At 08.05

21 February, 1865

That day Braves and Marine along with Shane actually went to the photo printing place, since leaving this morning to enter the printing place Shane still stared coldly at the two parents.

[What age are they *****!!! ] said shane in his mind.

After waiting a few minutes finally their names are called as well, well in this era where Photo printing is still crowded with fans anyway.

When told to choose the background of his photo, Braves and Marine agree to wear a white background, Braves and Marine choose their own photo style.

Shane is placed in the middle with a face Flat is less wearing, Marine with a cheerful smile and style his piece and Braves with style two thumbs up.

Flaaash...

The photo was taken several times, when Shane saw the results of his photo, there was no sense of regret or shame, there was only a sense of happiness left in his heart, Shane thinks that his parents are the best parents in the world, because they are really very smart to make him feel the happiness and warmth of a family.

"That Shane's eyes are like rotten fish, Hahahaha!" Ejek Braves while pointing at the photo.

"Your face is also like someone promoting his merchandise." the Marine taunted the Braves.

"wow your face is also like a Dictator!" Saying braves Originally.

"Dictators from where to try?" Marine stared coldly at the Braves.

"Hahahahahah!!" Everyone in the room laughed at the behavior of this family.

"Hah.., I think your pose is really good to remember, hopefully we can be like this forever" said Shane while looking at the photo.

"Mirhane..." Braves are out of words.

[I hope to be with you forever, son.., you and the Braves are my most precious treasure right now] Marine said in his mind.

"Well, I WILL STILL ALIVE!" said Marine while pointing his thumb at the writing on his chest.

"Whatever happens.., I WILL STILL ALIVE" Braves said.

"I-I will still live..." Shane said softly.

After they finished taking pictures, Braves, Mari and Shane left the printing press and walked to the market to buy some food and sewing materials.

the Royal Palace of Encrases -

On a hot day with a sunburn on the right side of his body, the Herald walked leisurely in the royal hallway to the king's room.

"You want what you!" ask a guard.

"Ah, did the king not tell you?"

"tell what?" ask the guard back.

"About the ceiling above you who dosed your head poison..." Herald grinned.

Bruuuu!

The door of the room was smashed very hard by the Herald, after the door opened the Herald immediately grabbed two sharp knives in the pocket of his robe and stabbed him in the throat of the two guards.

"Ah~, the poison has killed you guard~ sir" said herald while taking back the knife.

The Herald turned his back and walked calmly towards Truaft who was writing a letter.

"what did you write?" ask Herald.

"Do you have any feelings?, after killing two of my guards you killed, you calmly asked about this?" Truaft asked back.

"I should have asked you like that, do you have any feelings?, how could you disturb the family of a happy person" the Herald replied.

"What do you mean?" Truaft stared intently at the Herald.

"Well what is this~" Herald snatched the letter that had just been created by truaft.

"oi! " Snapping truaft.

"Hi Flowers that bloom in the morning, may I-"

"I said bring it back here!, what do you really want the Herald..." Complaints Truaft.

"hoh... Love letter apparently, I'm going to tell you Truaft, actually your letter that yesterday was burned to the ground by the woman you like." Obviously Herald.

"What!!?"

"He burned it to the ground, burned you know?" Ask the Herald with a mocking face.

"Is that true?"

"of course!, she has a husband greater than you, Mr. dictator!" The Herald attached the tip of his knife to the truaft letter.

"No way-"

The Herald tore through Truaft's letter with his knife and burned it in front of the truaft itself.

"how dare you...!" Truaft picked up a gun under his desk which he had specially prepared for the Herald.

Killing means :v

The Herald ran out of the room to retrieve a kerosene grigen, after taking the grigen the Herald threw it at Truaft who was chasing him.

Duaaaaar!!

The Herald shot Grigen and then immediately closed the door of the room made of steel, gold and silver so that the explosion only occurred in the room.

"Good night Baby, I hope you enjoying the last Dream of you." Herald smiled with relief.

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