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My name, is Namir. You could call me a demon of light. A hope of darkness. A good mistake. An evil good. But I am no friend of foe. I fight my own kind into the corners of their own world. Yet I use no weapons. Just the knowledge I have between world one, and world two. I know that in every story, there is a hero. Every one a unique individual. A freak show with talent. In this story…I think may be the hero. But I don’t think that freak show is a strong enough word to use for the things I’ve done. I think the past is to blame for that.

When I was a boy, I was woken almost every morning with the animals water poured over my bed, to be fed the same food that the animals around the farm ate during the same time. I would work until sunset digging holes in the field to keep me busy and away from the farm people. The ones that sold my father to a slave drive, and my mother to the ocean, just after killing her. My sister ran before they could catch her. I was sure they’d found her. Dead. They told me they could use me for work. I used to wish they had killed me, too.

After working my body away, taking beatings, and tortured for three years, I finally had the desperation to run. Even if I died. I could die in peace.

The night I chose to ran, was perfect for the time they’d chosen to go searching for Conta, their hunting dog. They thought I was sleeping. But my excitement kept me up until they left. I waited ten minutes after they departed, and after counting to sixty for the last time, nothing could keep me from running out that door. Past the door. Past the porch and the field. Over the fence I had built to keep what at the time I thought was scary, out. I was careful to go in the opposite direction I heard them leave to, and into the woods I went. Farther and farther.

I could feel the moist air from the night fill my nostrils, and my mind with joy. My feet could not stop moving even if I became blind to where I was moving myself. I realized that I was free. Of course just then, my foot caught a root sticking up from the ground and I fell. My mind’s joy emptied, replaced with pain, and my breath with dirt and leaves. But when I opened my eyes, all was replace with true wonder.

Standing before me, was the whitest boy I had ever seen. His face was perfect, and his hair shoulder length and white as well as the robe he wore around himself. He reached out to me, and helped me up after I hesitated to take it. Standing there, he said nothing, expressionless. Again, I hesitated to take action. My voice croaked as I tried to speak.

“Wh…Who Are you?”

The boy suddenly frowned. Without answering, he revealed a black stone with a small symbol scratched into it, from his hand, extending it towards me. He spoke.

“Take this…and save the world from darkness. Remember that you will become what you fight, until victory.”

I slowly took the stone from his hand, shaking. “And what if I don’t?”, I asked slipping the stone into my pocket.

He looked at me with a smile in his eyes and replied, “You will.” then vanished.

Inside, all wonder was pushed further, and my heart began to beat even faster than it was when I ran from the door. My vision started to fade, and my strength as well. Within the 5 seconds after he vanished, I had fainted.