PROLOGUE
What are you?
Why are you?
I always asked myself these questions. For as long as I can remember. Not that I want to. But I was compelled to.
To think. To leave. To be confused.
What will you do? If your whole existence was a question? That you are not what you were born to be.
What does it make you?
A freak? A taboo? An abnormality? An outcast?
Will you keep on questioning or, will you try to unlock the answers?
Why was I even born when no one wanted me? When everyone left me? They look at me like I am a disease.
And worse of all...
I lost everything. I suffered. I was sad and hurt.
Then, why? Why?
It was not my fault then why everything was blamed on my existence? Why do I keep hearing one thing again and again? Why was I forced to leave my homeland all these years?
Why?
What did I ever do to deserve this? What did I ever do to go through all these humiliations and pains that do not even make sense to me?
I don’t even make sense to me.
And worst of all, my decision to return Azurith was my biggest mistake ever. I should have known better to not just blindly believe an anonymous letter. Now I am stuck and I am trapped and my worst nightmare is,
Damien Knight Castillo.
I have never visited hell but I am damn sure, he will be more than willing to make me a permanent resident there. All too happily, if given the chance.
Bless my soul.
