Fate

He sat there, quite, somber, taking in the new day through the birth of the new sun. The sunrise was beautiful beyond words, a mixture of yellows, reds and pinks painting the early morning sky, color coating the clouds like a child had painted cotton balls, and placed them in the sky. The sun warmed his face, a relief from the coldness of the night, and the events that happened. Events forever changing him, forever shaping him, and forever calling his name. Less the 24 hours ago he was nothing but an average person, going to work, latching on the dreams of yesterday, and memories of a family long lost. But that night, the night he picked to visit his brother, made him more than an average man, and his brother more than average man. And the words he said that day shot out like a bullet from a gun, "No, you don't scear me..." and with that the first punch was thrown, and the story that would change his life forever had begun.