I don't remember when but one day the old gramps who raised me told me this

''My Lil Zawa you have been the greatest blessing to this old man's life that anyone could have asked for and this may be cruel but please wait for a while after my death to see the world, not everything is as beautiful as your heart but someday people will learn to accept others who are different, but before then you must grow stronger and complete your training you are the last user of our magic and you have many ways to improve but alas my time is near, I am sorry.

looking deep into my eyes he asks this of myself, what kind of son would I be if I couldn't grant his last request,

'' Don't worry Pop's ain't anything gonna stop me from reaching the top just you wait up there for me Ill bring ya so many tales of my adventures you will go bonkers halfway through them all''

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as I reassure him he beams a smile I haven't seen in a long time, as if to spite the darkness that dares to take him its light would clean all souls of impurity before it, as his eyes slowly shut he whispers to me

''I love you, my son, and may once we meet again in the other world you better bring enough stories to last a lifetime or two,

all is silent, I wait till the next day to bury him praying to the gods to guide him to their domain. hundreds of cycles pass with them I know I grow stronger but so does the loneliness, after countless nights I begin to question what it is that different about me and my old man, he was a soft body of white flesh with odd pointy ears and blonde hair, and I.......well I didn't really know what I was, my skin was a beautiful shining silver, my body was  strong and hard.maybe he was just week from old age. 

my endless days of pondering finally ended with a loud boom and a weird thing falling from the sky all it did was point at me and say robot, well Pops looks like the world came to see me