Everyone has a past and this past shapes the present. The past isn’t always happy and cheery, sometimes it is full of pain, regret and disappointment. We might wish it to be different, but for this very reason it is the past, it has passed and can not be changed.

  It is said that one has to learn from their past, make sure as to not repeat the same mistakes. As for me…I tried my best.

  Past is a strange thing. On one hand I longed to change it, yet at the same time I wouldn’t take anyone but the current version of myself. Myself which was shaped and probably wouldn’t have existed if not for said past.

  Stolen novel; please report.

  I made so many mistakes, that I cannot argue. If it weren’t for…sigh…I suppose you will find out soon enough. All I can say: The magical beings from our myths undoubtedly exist and have existed since the dawn of time. I, a mere mortal, had the misfortune of seeing more than one. To some, this might have been the dream come true, to me…well it’s not like my life was heaven to begin with. They did change my life though. Perhaps even prevented me from making the single most foolish decision one could make in life. However, I was but a puppet in their hands, their source of entertainment. Not any more of course, or at least that’s what I like to believe.

  Welcome to my life. Here, I will share my side of the story as to why I chose to kill the only people who cared for me. This is my version of events.