Question

write a story usin these words: Depth-  Mercenary-  Threat-  Perceived-  Exchanged-   Internally-   Leisure-   Annoyance-   Belligerent-   the 10 words must be written in red please help me my eassay is do on monday please Deficiency- the story is about a mercenary named Naravas and it explaines his whole life from birth to death and his parents died when he was 13 and he grew up with his 2 cousins the story his first cousin was a girl named tania and the other one was a boy named james the story must be 9 parahgraphs and told in first person point of view​

Answer 1

I was born Naravas, a mercenary by trade. My parents died when I was only 13 and I was forced to grow up quickly. I was taken in by my two cousins, Tania and James, who raised me as their own.

The three of us were always close, but Tania and James always seemed to be able to navigate the world with a certain level of ease that I couldn't quite grasp. I always felt a deficiency within myself, a depth of understanding that eluded me.

Despite my perceived shortcomings, I threw myself into my work as a mercenary with a fierce determination. I was determined to make a name for myself and to prove to my cousins, and to myself, that I was just as capable as they were.

As I gained experience and skill in my profession, I began to take on more dangerous and high-paying jobs. I traveled the world, facing threats and overcoming them with a cool head and a steady hand. I exchanged my services for money, and it was through this work that I finally began to feel a sense of purpose and belonging.

But as the years went by, my work began to take its toll on me. The constant danger and the weight of responsibility began to wear on me internally. I started to feel a sense of annoyance with the constant fighting and bloodshed, and my once steady hand began to shake with fatigue.

I tried to take some leisure time to unwind, but my mind was always on my next job, and the belligerent nature of my profession never truly allowed me to escape.

Eventually, I retired from my life as a mercenary, but the memories and the scars of my past followed me. As I grew older, I couldn't help but feel a sense of regret for the life I had chosen, and the things I had done.

But, in the end, I knew that I had lived a fulfilling life and that I had, in my own way, made a difference in the world. I passed away in peace, knowing that I had lived my life on my own terms.

It's a harsh and lonely world out there and being a mercenary is not an easy task, but it was the only way I knew how to live. Even though I had many regrets, I wouldn't change a thing.