Renegade Rising (The Renegade Series) Read Online Free PDF

it just makes me wish I was born in a different time! Like I’m not where I’m supposed to be!” Gisbo said with a sigh.
    “Keep goin’,” Falcon interrupted with a laugh. “I can tell you’ve been holding onto this nugget for quite some time. It’s good to let it out.”
    “Look, I’m not some whiney little sissy, ok, but you are the only guy around to talk to so you’re gonna listen, ok?” Gisbo asked.
    “I already told you I would,” Falcon said. “Fire away.”
    “And it’s just so unfair! Some people are just handed everything! Everything they need to shape them into what they want and they don’t even appreciate it! Where the rest of us get crap,” Gisbo said.
    “Yup, preach it, boy, preach it!” Falcon encouraged.
    “Heh, I don’t know. For once in my life, I guess I’ve had enough. I’m starting to feel just as insignificant as a, well, what the hell? A dog. Some people were meant for something great and others just, well, weren’t meant to be at all, I guess . . . " Gisbo trailed off with his head hung low. It wasn’t low for long however. Falcon knocked his knuckles against Gisbo’s skull hard with a CLUNK sound. Gisbo jumped up, surprised, and began pointing and shouting curses.
    "What on Thera did you do that for? Is there something wrong with your head? Gahhh!" Gisbo screamed in pain, rubbing the new injury to his noggin.
    "Hm, possibly, but I should ask you that same question, pal. Now I don't want to see that head lowered in shame again, ya hear? It is too nice a day outside to be wallowing in shame," Falcon replied.
    "But it is freaking raining out!" Gisbo argued.
    "That’s not the point! I listened to you, now let me ask you something,” Falcon interrupted. "I’m a bit of a history buff and was wondering something as soon as I saw ya. Do you wear that bandana on your forehead as a fashion statement or for another reason?” Falcon asked. Gisbo reached up and felt his blue headband.
    “Oh this? It’s just from an old bed sheet,” Gisbo said, a little embarrassed by his tribute to the Renegades of old.
    “So you were just quite fond of that bed sheet, eh?” Falcon questioned. He then chuckled. “Sissy.”
    “Hey! Well, ok, you got me. It’s in remembrance of the Renegades. I like them, ok? Most of all because they did things their own way and didn’t care what anyone else thought of ‘em! Just like me! They took one look at society and said, ‘Screw you guys!’ And because of it, they became the greatest warriors in history! I want to be an Elekai’ warrior so badly! Then, then I can do anything I want! I can have adventure and excitement and fight evil stuff. Wham, bam! Take that, you Flarians!” Gisbo said, finding new energy as he bounced around punching at the falling raindrops. Once he had his full, and gave one unfortunate raindrop an uppercut, he turned back to Falcon.
    “I can’t see myself as anything else. There’s nothing I want more! Just the thought of it . . .” Gisbo said with a dreamy look in his eyes.
    “An Elekai’ warrior, eh? So that’s what all this is about. I hate to break it to you, kid, but you do realize it’s something that’s gotta be in you. Not everyone can be an Elekai’ warrior just because they want too,” Falcon said.
    “I know that, but I don’t care. I’ll find a way!” Gisbo said. Falcon smiled at Gisbo’s enthusiasm.
    “I like your attitude, kid. That stubbornness might just get you somewhere. You wanna know what I think?”
    “No, but you’re going to tell me anyway,” Gisbo said. Falcon ignored Gisbo’s comment.
    “Those Renegade guys, I remember them, you know. They used to walk right down that main road there all the time. Each of them were great men and woman. They fought for their dreams and fought for a purpose and that is why the people loved them so much, but it was also what brought them their power. You lose your dreams, you lose your heart, and when that happens, woo boy, you don’t wanna