I was a martial artist, since I was very young my parents forced me to take martial arts class easily solidifying me a rank as one of the top martial artists. My grandparents owned a dojo making it easily accessible to me to train.

I had a little sister, one that always carried a sweet smile and said innocent words. She was like a training partner always practicing with me. But in a second, everything changed.

She stabbed me with a smile, looked at me with eyes that I never thought she could have even made. Her sweet face crumpled up with bone-deep hatred. Maybe I babied her too much or maybe I was too dense to notice her changes but I'll never truly know. (Sibling rivalry gone wrong)

"Why is it always you! You won the title for best kickboxer, was the valedictorian for your high school and won so many awards you can't fit them in one room so why did you steal my spot." She screamed with the same crazed look and stabbed me consecutively.

At that moment all I could feel was shock. My world crumbled in a second and I felt my life flash before my eyes.

The scene became fuzzy and my hands became cold making me wonder if this was a dream. It made me carry hope I'll awaken from this terrible nightmare but when I finally did the bloodstains were gone, my black jacket was changed into a sky blue outfit and my calloused hands turned chubby, pearly white and small.

I tried to speak but what came out was a loud cry quickly calling over a giant but beautiful lady with joyful yet worried eyes. "Dear, what's wrong?" She asked while picking me up cradling me around.

That's when I realized the cruel reality. I had become an infant.