From a young age, I had no parents.
Strangely, I never felt sad about it.
Now that I think about it... I don't think I felt anything at all.
Other children said I was weird—scary, even. They avoided me, whispered behind my back, sometimes threw rocks.
Once, a boy hurled a stone at my head. I bled, but it didn't hurt.
It wasn't that I couldn't feel pain. I just... didn't know what I felt.
Emptiness, maybe. Something cold and bottomless. Even now, I can't quite describe it.
I was alone—but not lonely.
At night, I would stare up at the sky, eyes fixed on the stars.
I often saw strange lights dancing around people, plants, even objects. A kind of aura, like everything was quietly alive.
It made me feel... connected. As if, even in the absence of people, I wasn't truly alone.
I had come to accept that life—distant, quiet, detached ,until the cracks from gates of Heaven opened once again
And from those fractures, creatures came.
They razed the district in mere moments. It was too late to run.
Too far gone to save anyone.
I stood amidst fire and blood,calm, silent.
Yet not a trace of fear in my eyes.
The ground was soaked in blood. Buildings collapsed.
Yet the monsters kept their distance.
They didn't rush at me like they did the others.
They waited. Watching. Hesitant.
It was Strange, but I thought nothing of it.
I looked one of them in the eye.
A child trying to scare a beast.
How ridiculous.
Then the Ascendants arrived. Those who see heaven
They expected carnage—what they saw was something else entirely.
A battlefield drowned in blood and ruin... and a child, standing alone before a beast.
They approached them in shock
Not because the child was young
But because the beast was afraid
The child was a monstrosity!!!