My small body crashed on the gravel of the town square. Townspeople were terrified because they knew who I was. The only person willing enough to see if I was okay was their army's General. He ran over, checked my pulse and heartbeat, and ushered for everyone to go back to what they were doing before.
"Patrick, son!" He called over to a boy, "Get a room prepared, this ones obviously been through something."
Our home was burning, and I couldn’t do anything about it, only watch in horror. My mother, confronting my father inside the flame engulfed building. I had found out recently that my father was planning only to use me as a weapon, then my mother fought with him about it, saying that it was a horrible idea, that the entire war was stupid to begin with, which lead to this… this burning horror that used to be my home. My mother’s face was hidden from my sight, but I could clearly see my father’s glowing white eyes staring at me, I always wondered what he would be like without his powers and intentions. But then his attention was turned back to my mother, he disappeared, with the sound of lightning as he teleported. He appeared behind my mother, sword drawn, I screamed as he impaled her, right before her...