Many doubt their purpose in life, as did I. For as a pup I had not a care for what should come nor did I care much for what happened. Liberty was my companion, the thunderstorm my friend. I was naïve, for how could I believe I should be safe whilst others suffered? Even now I recall the story my father told, it had no meaning at the time, and it fell on deaf ears. Ears that were not prepared to imagine that would happen to me. That’s why I am here, wandering the world with powers beyond my imagination, yet I am no god. With no bodily form, yet I am no ghost. I am dead…But still very much alive. But why should I start at the end? For my story shall make no sense to you should it not be told from the start
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Wolfie Joined: Apr-05-2012 |
my sifrt novel.
