Before I held my 1st sword
I was a little girl from a small village
A bad man appeared
He wanted to hurt my family
I told him, “You’ll die by my hands”
The bad man tried to remove 1 of my teeth
He got out a drill
I begged him to stop
“I’m sorry” I pleaded
Out of sheer survival
If I didn’t let him remove my tooth
He would hurt my family
I let him
My mind screamed
“One day vengeance will be mine…”
