Story of Aabure

It was a dark day and the sun was immensely gloomy,  Aabure had just woken up and had been only Ten O' clock at the time and did not notice a faint shake in his shack he called home where he lived with his Mother and his very Ill Grandma, his father had been tooken away by the Asphectos. He nor anyone else could've expected what was coming next. Aabure went straight outside where his mother had been cooking a plump hog that his mother had caught the day before.  He said "Good Morning, Mama" and had walked straight to the road that has been filled with mud and gravel.  His mother asked him where he was going and he did not respond, she asked again yet he did not respond, she had wondered if she could hear him but noticed he had looked a bit different. He had bruises and scars on his back that she had never seen before. His mother  roared to him and asked him if anything was wrong or if anyone was bullying him, but he was long gone. Aabure had been on his way to the market where his friend, Jakohb, had lived, they had been friends since as long as they can remember. When Aabure had arrived at his friends home his friend and him talked a little then Jakohb asked if he wanted to see something entertaining, Aabure had responded with a faint yes. Jakohb went to his Fathers room and came back with a 3-foot sword and was  more glamorous and remarkable than anything Aabure  had ever seen! The sword was from the Paleolithic Era and was in mint condition. What they hadn't known is that the sword was cursed and killed anyone attempt to use it. Jakohb unwittedly decided to play with the sword as he had been attempting to swallow swords like his father and his father before him. Aabure had told his friend to not do it, but he was ignorant. After Jakohb had made his mind up Aabure had only one thing to say, "It was nice knowing you". Jakohb had the sword right in the tip of his tongue and began sweating as he was near the sun itself. Instead of going down his throat it had sliced his friend in half. Aabure stood there full of shock and fear. He stood there for a quarter of an hour before calling the authorities, who were ever so "busy". The authorities didn't believe Aabure and had sent him straight to Juvenile Hall,  where he spent 8 years of his life living with murderers, thieves, and delinquents. Every day for him was a hellhole. The day he got out he took a big breath and a mischievous laugh, he had begun pickpocketing people who had no defense whatsoever, and abusing anyone who dare cross him, until one day where he met Priest Jason. He was much like his friend, Jakohb, kind, not too bright, and was born into very little money. The Priest remembered Aabure from a sketch a victim of his had given to the authorities. He had asked him why he had done such things, he told him about the sword, his friend, and what Juvenile Hall had done for him, the Priest then decided that Juvenile Hall doesn't help anybody at all, it only makes criminals into more better and sneakier criminals. The Priest furiously ran to the emperor's kingdom demanding that Juvenile Hall be safer and more protective to it's  people Aabures mom said where have you been all this time he said "In prison", his  mom said are you okay, he said he was  fine,  later on, his grandma passed away Aabure was flooded with tears everyone was distraught for a whole week his mom said "It's okay", He said "It's not okay, grandma is dead!" then he ran, he ran till  his toes had become swollen with blisters and his head was aching. He decided it was time to go home. When he came home, his mother asked where he was for that time, he said nothing. He then decided, world isn't all fun and games. Instead it is filled with corrupt people who have not even a bit of human decency for anyone but themselves. That's the world he knew everyone lived in. A sick, sick cruel world.

-1st story ever written besides the ones in school, please leave feedback/critique potential. Also uploaded from iPad so had to deal with all my bad typing.