The world was nearly damaged and the plains were scared of food, water and other resources, there stood a young man, age nineteen, standing in the middle of a dried up like. He had red hair that was spiky, his eyes were like glimmering rubies and his clothes were a tattered shirt and a ratty pair of jeans and his sneakers had holes in them. He was alone…

Until someone came up to him. Right behind him stood someone with shoulder length, white hair and terrifying blue eyes. His grin was a combination of nonchalant and psychotic. He attacked him with a water attack with all his might. Swiftly, the red head dodges.
“You think you catch up to me that easily, Kade?” Wondered he. The snowy haired man grinned and responded with,
“Yes.” He said coyly. “And once I catch you Omen, the world will know how much of a herro I am.” Omen smirked.
My brother is stupid. Thought Omen. He stood there, grinning.
“Bull shit.” He growled. He summoned a flame from his hand and threw it at Kade!