Kronos grabbed his little journal he kept on his person at all times and flipped through the pages, looking at the drawings he had drawn in his life. After flipping though the book he tucked it away again and stood up.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Ah why not? You only live once"</span>. He grabbed his wand and point it at the air<span style="font-weight: bold">Accio Fiebolt!</span>The Firebolt of Kronos appeared in his hand a second later. Kronos mounted the brook and kicked off, heading towards the field, admiring how it looked at night.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">And now... the Slytherin team captain Kronos! And the fans are going crazy for this young stud Chaser everyone should totally wish you could be like. He takes the Quaffle and he's off! He's slipping through defenders left and right! He scores! Oh my God! He scores! And the crowd goes wild! </span><br/><br/>Kronos proceeded to mime the words he was saying making sure to keep his voice low. He floated to the middle of the field and stood on his broom singing in a low voice<span style="font-weight: bold">Bow down to the King! Bow down... bow down. The king of kings. There is only one"</span><br/><br/>Kronos chuckled as he enjoyed the cool evening. it was times like this he liked to reflect where he had been before he started playing the game. the bad times. The times his biological family made him sleep in the hog pen the servants attended to, all the times they had smacked him around just because he refused to live his life the way they wanted him to. Kronos lost count of the amount of times he had been busted open at the hands of various family members for his defiance. He had run away from home countless times and fallen in with the wrong crowd, drinking and smoking at age ten and had tried other substances at age eleven. Kronos still remembered what had happened winter break his first year at school. His parents had told him they wanted to reconcile. Kronos had believed him and what had followed was easily the worst time of Kronos's life. He had been beaten so bad he had to go to the hospital and had nearly died due to internal bleeding. As Kronos had been lying in his bed, he realized that he had to change because otherwise he was going to self-destruct. So, when he got back to school he spent every spare moment training.  At first it wasn't about the game, he was doing it just because he was sick and tired of not being able to look after himself. He had vowed to himself that one day, one day he would make his family regret everything they ever did.<br/><br/>Kronos decided to cut the crap and get the work doing his drills. For others this was just a game. For him, this was all he had in life. He had to go pro otherwise he would have nothing