Let's have :
war
antihero
loss
stepson
slave
Example of freestyle: This might not be the story. I will see if I get any comments by tomorrow night, then I will start taking that into consideration, this is for you to see my writing style :
a man walks feebly in a sea of corpses strewn about. his weak steps try to find foothold as he tramples his enimie, only to stager and fall to his ass.
digging his swoard on the dead next to him he takes rest sitting on two bodies that staked ontop of each other.
don't let this feebleness fool you, for the dead all around him are wetness to his might.
he exales a sigh as steam and waff blow out of him, you couldn't make out his features if he stood in front of you.
his features shrowed in a haze of red and black, the only two distinguishing things where the outline of his jaws masculine edge. sharp as the sword inserted through the back of the soldier into the ground.
the other is his red hair, dripping with blood, so drenched that you wouldn't know if his hair was originally red or it was dyed as such in the battlefield.
"for how long do I have to be his exicusioner,"
eyes closed, face to the heaven he ponders his situation.