Skypiea had once been a wonderful land, at least as far as Isaac could remember. It had been the land of his birth after all, once upon a time before everything went to shit. Having found a place to rest in South Blue, Isaac had began to think about everything that had taken place for him to arrive here, from his birth place of Skypiea to bring him to the Blue Sea, and then from there, his origins in East Blue and moving onwards to South, where he had now found himself. On Skypiea, he had been loved had a family, a life, but then that had all changed, and it had been so simple too.

It had been a normal day to begin with, as Isaac had gotten up and sparred with his best friend. The result had not been truly decided, as they had been interrupted by explosions happening on the other side of town. Icarus, a younger Isaac, had heard the explosions, and they had come from his household, meaning something had happened to his parents whlie he had been out. And so he ran, he ran and ran and ran, until he made it back home. Opening the doors, he found that their were no corpses there and, taking a momentary sigh of relief, Icarus had to find out where his parents were, what had caused the explosion and, most importantly, why it had all happened. After all, this was going to be the story about how Icarus became Isaac, the way it really happened long ago.

The explosions had been the first indications of the destruction, the first explosion being the one that caused Icarus to run towards his family house, to find it ruined, but without any burned or deceased bodies around, meaning that somewhere in this village his family was still alive which meant he had to find them. And so the young boy, only being about twelve years old, ran throughout the village to try and find his parents. A lost boy, who's first encounter with humans was going to be this. He found his parents a few minutes later, as they were shouting at wingless Skypieans, what Icarus had been informed were called 'humans', people from the Blue Sea down below, who had managed to find their way into the Sky Islands somehow. However, Icarus did not see the love and care that the humans brought with them, his first sight was to be his mother's screams as one of the pirates ran her through with his blade, her blood coating his blade with its crimsons hues.

His father also saw it, as he ran at the men, roaring at them with his anger. Unlike his mother, Icarus' father had been a fighter. He had not used a weapon, but he had fought nonetheless, being able to take out three of the pirates before a fourth shot him in the leg, and another sliced his head clean off. Icarus could not believe what he was seeing. In only a few moments, his entire world: his home, his family, his happy life, had been completely crushed by these, these humans. Icarus was not going to allow anymore death to happen.

Watching the men turn the other way, Icarus trudged over to one of the men his father had killed, and picked up his sword, before taking a moment to send a prayer out for his father to all the God's for his safety. Once this was done, Icarus exacted his revenge, running the blade through the first pirate he saw, before summoning the strength to throw it at another, taking out two of the seven remaining pirates. His father had taken out three before his death, Icarus had taken out two, but now he had five more to take care of, and they were all turning around to see exactly what this little child had done to their comrades. Things were about to get ugly.

Having now reared their ugly heads, the humans had just now heard what Isaac had done, the death he had caused, which had in turn caused them to register that two of their band of seven were now dead and, with only one red haired child in front of them, it was quite clear who had been responsible for the killing, and their tempers were starting to show, angry and frustrated at the deaths of their fallen comrades. As such, they began to move towards Icarus, swords raised and guns at the ready. However, Icarus had not been idle during the time it had taken them to turn around. Fuelled by rage and adrenaline, Icarus dashed towards the men, picking up the gun of one of the men he had killed, and fired two shots at two of the men in front of him before tossing the gun to the side as it was empty, which was when the remaining three men closed on him. Two of them with swords, as they rushed at Icarus, while the third fired his gun at him. That was their mistake, as the two were lunging from either side of him. Icarus, being a true Skypiean, used his trademark wings to fly up into the air, narrowly avoiding the blades as they ran into the opposite men, as two of them lunged and ran each other through, as they both instantly died from the shock and the fact they had punctured each other's hearts. The final one, seeing Icarus as a demon, decided to turn tail and run the other way, fearing his own death before Icarus picked up the man's own gun and fired once at him, the bullet piercing his leg to stop him moving, before flying over to him and firing one more shot directly between his eyes, his horrified, shock-ridden eyes.

Having finally survived the first assault and hoping it was all over, Icarus returned to mourn the deaths of his parents but, before he could, he saw more pirates surrounding them and, enraged by this new turn of events, picked up another gun and aimed, before an unforeseen threat standing behind him knocked him once over the head, traumatising and knocking the poor, young Skypiean unconscious, before taking him onto the ship, having burned down and destroyed his entire village. Everyone was dead, except this one Skypiean, a rare specimen that would no doubt fetch a pretty price on the black market of Orange Town: their next destination.

Task II:

Icarus awoke to an unfamiliar sound. He heard a rushing sound, like one he would once associate with flying downwards at a great speed, but it sounded much louder, like a great mass was falling as opposed to just one body. It sounded familiar, yet distant, and that was when everything came back to him. The Sky Islands, the intruders, the explosions, the death. He remebered taking lives, seven lives after witnessing the death of both his mother and his father, using the weapons of the pirates against them. After that, he had returned to the corpses of his parents, only to find some disgraceful wingless Skypieans, or humans, desecrating their bodies to try and find any gold or valuable material they could they pillage and sell back down on the Blue Sea. Icarus, having been already filled with rage and adrenaline had moved to try and rip them apart, the disgusting pigs who had had the sheer audacity to even attempt to pillage their still warm dead bodies, but he ahd been halted in his attempts by a man from behinsd, whom Icarus had not seen due to being blinded by fury, and the pirate had simply used the back of his sword, the hilt, to knock out the young Skypiean, before he had been dragged back onto their ship, which is where he now found himself, locked in the dungeons of the pirate ship, his legs chained to the floor to stop him from flying away, with only a single window to allow light into the room. He had no idea where he was, or even where he was going, but he knew that, wherever he was bound to end up, he was not going to leave these pirates alone. he was going to end their entire legacy. They had messed with the wrong Skypiean village.

On one side however, as Icarus pondered during the ship's travels, he was somewhat happy that the pirates had decided to drag him down to the Blue Sea with them. He was still going to annihilate all of them without fail because of what they had done to his homeland and his family, but Icarus had always been fascinated by the Blue Sea, and had always wanted to see its wonders. And now, these pirates had given him no reason to stay in Skypiea, he no longer had a home to go back to, so now he could be truly free, he had been released from his duty to his home. It changed nothing for him, but it passed the time and it was always handy to have something to think about, as during their entire journey not one pirate entered the jail cell to speak, gloat, ridicule or mock Icarus in any way. he was actually surprised and a bit disappointed, because he had no single pirate he could promise to kill last. Although, due to these people being a crew, it was likely that they had a Captain: a Captain Icarus was currently picturing in his mind's eye, along with all the brutal and gruesome ways in which he was planning on killing him.

As he looked out of the small window that was all he could use to work out what time of day it was, Icarus saw many different islands. Going by what all of his books had said, he was currently in what was called the 'Grand Line', a difficult and treacherous sea to be feared and respected by all, but then he saw Reverse Mountain, the only entrance and exit of the Grand Line, and before long Icarus found himself out of Pradise and in East Blue, however he had no way of knowing which Blue he was in fact in. Not until he received a visitor, merely a few moments after entering the Blue, a male, very tall with a lot of strength in his muscles, not to mention the gills and fins he possessed. Going strictly by appearance, Icarus assumed the man to be, in fact, a Fishman, an extreme rarity in any Blue, and yet he was one of the first people for Icarus to meet while in the Blue Sea. He looked like a shark Fishman, full of pride in his own strength, overconfident, no doubt reckless and foolish, and more than definitely unable to contain his anger when provoked, which would certainly be a fun thing to play around with.

"You, Winged-Human, listen up. I'm the First Mate of this crew: the Grundy Pirates, and the Captain has told me to inform you of exactly what we have planned. We are currently in East Blue, making our way to Orange Island, a place worldly reknowned for dealing in the buying and selling of everything. What we plan to do is simple: we are going to sell you to the highest bidder, then use that money gained to make ourselves stronger. And then, once we have more power, you know what we plan to do? Lay waste to Orange Island, lay waste to East Blue, then all the Blues, then the Grand Line, then the World. Your village was just the beginning, we're going to cause that same destruction across all the seas. And you, the last survivor of our first raid? You get to watch it all unfold from the cell of whichever abusive polotician or aristocrat chooses to throw you into. Now don't look at me like that, you need to look presentable, otherwise you won't sell for nearly enough."

With that, the Fishman left, laughing hysterical in a maniacal fashion at his words. he seemed extremely proud of himself, and Icarus' anger had boiled with every word he had said. he spent the next few hours thinking it over, thinking about how little his life would matter if he allowed himself to simply become a slave for someone else. he refused to accept that that would be his new life and so, as they docked at Orange Island and the crew of the Grundy Pirates took Icarus away to the auction house, he thanked the Fishman as he was dragged past him, his calmness destroying the image of pride the Fishman was wearing, now beign replaced with worry. After all that effort for someone to kill above all the others, he now had not only a face to kill, but also a reason. And now just one, Icarus had an abundance of reason to kill that Fishman. He was going to die, and it was not going to be pleasant.

"And now, for our fifth and final 'item'. You've seen the mermaid, you've seen the Minkman. Hell, you've even seen the Giant, but nothing will compare to this. BRING OUT LOT NUMBER 5!" As the auctioneer shouted this, a large whoop resounded from the audience gathered as they discovered exactly what lot number five was, or who it was. "A young, healthy Skypiean, also known as a Winged Human. That's right folks. All the way from up in the clouds, from Skypiea itself, a rare treat indeed, never before seen at this or any auction in the entire East Blue. Everyone, put your hands together and give a warm round of applause to our very special guest... What's your name?" Receiving a kick from the auctioneer Icarus, beaten and bruised, spat blood on the man's shoes before uttering a single word, his own name. The auctioneer, despite being clearly mad at the blood all over his newly shined shoes, smiled and looked back at the gathered audience, "Oh well haven't we got a feisty one here tonight folks. His name is Icarus, now let's start the bidding at one million Beli. One million, have we got a 1.5 million, yes we do. What about 2 million?" And this was how it all went for the next few minutes, until the masses settled and, after hearing more numbers than he knew until everything blurred into one constant noise, Icarus heard the number one hundred million, break through the crowds, silencing them as a woman in a scarlet dress stood up, grabbing Icarus by his chains and dragging him through the doors outside, laughing all the while. Strapped to her leg, Icarus saw a pistol, a six shot revolver by the looks of things and so, instead of thinking, he acted. he refused to become a puppet for this woman, or any other human being. He pulled the gun out of her holster, aimed it at her and, as she turned around in shock, Icarus fired between her eyes at point blank, spurting blood out all over his face, the colours merging with his already crimson hair. With this, the people broke into a panic, all screaming and running this way and that to escape from the death. Icarus used this to his advantage, spreading his wings to fly over to the auctioneer, before holding him in a choke hold and strangling him to death, before focussing his attention to the ten Grundy Pirates now making their way into the auction house. Five of them were quickly shot down with the use of Icarus' new firearm, before he threw it to the side, emptied of all rounds, before he flew over towards the five remaining, picking up two blades from the deceased as he did so. He blocked an attack from one pirate with a single blade, using the other to cut him down. The others all came at him in a straight line, and so they were mowed down with simple attacks, resulting in ten dead bodies below him. The final one he had killed had dropped something very rare: what looked like a long ranged rifle of sorts, and so Icarus picked it up, noticed it was loaded and then flew. He saw the Fishman Lieutenant with his Captain, but his foes did not see him from the rooftops. Aiming down at the Fishman, he fired once, piercing the Fishman's skull and taking his life force from him. The final shot went towards the Captain, and it killed him as instantly as it killed the Fishman. With that, Icarus took the rifle as a momento, as well as the two pistols, one used by the Captain, the other by the Fishman, before leaving Orange Island on a boat. His life had been forever changed, and so he too changed his name. Icarus had died a slave, and Isaac had been born. A human name for a human male, at least, that was the plan.

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