It only takes two seconds for your life to become unrecognizable even to yourself. I remember the night that my life was no longer my own. I remember the room exploding into screams. I remember the blood and the roses. I remember a fear so intense and so raw that simply the memory of it resurrects the feeling throughout my body. But this was just one moment that was to be followed by countless others, moments that redefined my sense of self and my very perception of the universe.
The author of this tragedy known as my life is Fate, the cruel playwright of history. She thinks she’s creative and original by turning our worlds upside-down on a whim. Every once in a while she may even think she’s an altruist. But I know Fate. She’s a snob.
When people get stuck in her spin-cycle like me, they go on walkabouts, fall in love, or consult a palm reader. The avenue I took wasn’t as glamorous, nor was it exactly voluntary. I didn’t get to do the whole pray-eat-love thing. Instead, I watched helplessly as the life I knew quite literally burned to the ground.
Fortunately for me, I was not alone in this bizarre escapade. Instead, I was one of three people, charged with the responsibility of repairing the damage of an ageless battle, a war so immense that our failure would mean the destruction of existence…
Needless to say that’s a lot of pressure to put on a seventeen-year-old kid, and I guess I’m getting ahead of myself. All you need to know right now is relatively simple. Believe me, it's going to get pretty complicated, so for now, I’ll leave you with this:
My name is Parker Baitz and I used to think I was human.