My earliest memories are not of anything specific, they're more like memories of feelings as opposed to events. feelings of abandonment, feelings of loneliness, feelings of sadness. They say our destiny is formed in these earliest moments. That our fate is determined at this critical juncture. The chosen begin their path towards greatness, the ill-fated are doomed from the beginning. The unfortunate devour themselves, searching for annihilation. You see we are all prisoners of our own nature, locked in certain patterns of behavior. I could no sooner change the path that I've been placed upon, than stop a swallow from migrating, or a samu from spawning. So it is written, so it shall come to pass.
I would want to live longer...