CHAPTER 1
A quiet day like any other, rising in the morning, breakfast, a little work on the farm and out on the town ... Well, that pretty much is my life, my mom works with my grandparents on the farm, my brothers still go to school and my father is a kind of "danger" to the city, many of the peers in his school stopped to visit me when they heard my father kill some ponies subjects "business" (and know something like Ponino * (* referring to godfather haha)), my father was dedicated to that, business. My father is really just a sales person, I counted what happened when I was a kid, it happened before I was born, the family was in a difficult situation, a similar family from the city Islihu East which had absorbed other families, the Grookstand, a family of ponies who scare other families who can not defend themselves, family and absorb them if they do not unite, the massacre, my father revealed and had a talk with Mr. Grookstand, why I teach the way act of the family, said that in the world the strong survive, taking advantage of others, eliminating or absorbing competition that day to Grookstand family also joined, he should do so, pregnant with me she could not take risks breast learned of the true business and how to keep the family safe. When I was born, my father conspired with the other families, I use, did what he could not do before to kill members of Grookstand, including the father of the family, made it for free, free from the Grookstand, families thanked him and are still in touch with him, you should as receive gifts and invitations to parties when I was a child, I understood why they invited him so much and people greeted him and must as soon as he said "thank you" in your ear, my father asked nothing in return but I received that made the "right".
Later, he began to act strangely, he got into gang fights, showing more violence every day, immersed in alcohol, my brothers were afraid when finished school and started high school, my mom left my father, and now my mom, my uncles, my grandparents and my brothers and we take care of the farm. I like the more I take care of repairing, plowing, sell, everything good and even I see my brothers, see do well in school, learn and behave.
Going to another topic, today I went with my friends out of town, sometimes we escape from the responsibilities or problems in which we get a day playing baseball we broke the window of Mr. Hilligan, we chased for 2 minutes a broom while we shouted things like "useless", "I will tell your parents if I recognize" and so that day we met in the house of my best friend and compadre ultra teacher in ninjage (it's a word we use to do things ninja) Lone Pot (Pot), Tall Bang (TB) was the funniest, Grey Varon (The Varon) was interesting and I, Potato Salad (Papa Roach) was the soul of the team, the leader and musician , if a problem was assembled at the end of the day we finished singing about it in the fire that would assemble outside our city Woodpoking. What happened today is completely different from what happened in our adventures outside the city, we were walking through the forest "Zullinghan" when suddenly we heard something strange or out of the trees in the distance or have no idea Pot ear has better ask him, the issue is that I hear some laughter everywhere, macabre laughter and I told my.
Pot-Hey Papa Roach, here are some funny voices.
Yo-Again macabre stories with your voices and spirits.
TB-The last time took us to the house of the dead Pelrim and almost had a heart attack Papa Roach when he saw you coming out with a sheet.
Yo-Hey! It took me by surprise!
The Varon-Guys, I heard that also, lieth out.
Varon was to see through the bushes and motioned to approach and then we saw a small town, with many huts made from the skins of cows and ponies, you could see a large group of hyenas laughing loudly while eating the remains of a pony, my friends and I made the sign No 12 which means ... RUN!
Before we could leave the forest, came two hyenas laughing in unison and macabre burlistas voices and they said:
-Where thiiiink you're goiiiiing?
We already saw that we would not slip out of that, and q I asked Pot to do "The Ninja" then I get magic dust of disappearance and itching powder and made the smoke and dust towards them leaving them blind and scratching while cursed with laughter and insults:
-You can run but not escondeerse jjiijiji jajajjaajajaj! You'll be food jijiji jajajaaa to the great family! Wait is more room for more at the table!
We escaped all, seeing the brutality of the city of hyenas, so we named, was simpler and also looked good, while driving home at dusk, Hyenas were on the road, about 3 or 4, for two ponies ground, a pegasus and unicorn ninja, was something that could deal a few meters from the city:
As you see I-Pot?
Pot-could beat them if I can kick some a branch.
Pot tried to hit them with a large branch that I catch with his magic, hyenas laughingly dodged it and laughed.
Pot-Well, maybe I can shoot a beam of magic.
Pot prepare your magic beam control to fly to one of the hyenas, hyenas stopped laughing and started growling at us, and I prepared TB, Varon began to take flight and started the fight. Two hyenas to attack TB and me TB is peace ... Until you are in danger, when it is ... is not nothing nice, a hyena was pounced swinging a claw, TB dodged and hyena stay behind him, not it was very difficult to send a few miles away from there, one kick and baaaam! AND IIIIIIS GOOOONE !, other hyena turned to me, and was launched as a tree knew he was behind me, I moved to one side and hit the tree getting dizzy from the blow came. The last hyena leaned back and let out a big laugh, a hilarious and macabre laugh:
Varon-Ehm, OH HOLY SHIT!
Yo-We were, well, at least we tried, right guys ?.
In the distance we saw a pack of hyenas coming at full speed, we were cornered and no output is looked promising. They engaged in Varon wings with a network and we grabbed bags networks, Pot had no more tricks and tired the last bit of magic he had, and stayed TB and I felt a sharp blow to the head and everything went black suddenly not even know if I died ... wait, you think the dead? Why am I thinking? When fails these philosophical questions? These questions will be answered in the next chapter of PAPA ROACH.
