True Form

By Mary Zarif Kayrouz, High School Student

In the midst of the battle, warriors are charging at each other like angry waves summoning a storm.
In the vast blood stained battlefield,green is drought. The vicious red swarms the bodies lying in the wastelands.
A storm is coming .
Suddenly a deep unnatural silence sweeps the whole battlefield, even superheroes are powerless.
“Who said all superheroes are good .” a brittle but calm voice exclaimed.
Everyone’s eyes were suddenly pulled to the rising sun where the shadow of a young boy is floating.
“I WILL SHOW SUPERPOWER”.