His eyes changed color. He grew horns. Strange makes covered his body.. he had been reborn. He was not the weak boy anymore. He… he was the end. He looked up. He looked at the pitiful mortals before him and smirked. He spoke in a hoarse voice "time to die mortals".
They…. They were dead. He had killed them. His own parents. His mother… his father.. they were gone. He remembered how delightful their screams where. How satisfying the look of utter terror on their faces where. He looked down. He saw their dead bodies. Lying on the ground like the weaklings they were. Blood dripping from their grey lips. Cuts covered their bodies. Their eyes where gouged out of their sockets. Limbs twisted at odd angles. A look of horror permanently etched into their faces. He turned away. Unable to bear the sight. The marks that covered his body disappeared. His eyes changed back to their normal color. His horned retracted. How could he had done this? Why had he done this? A single tear rolled down his cheek as he whispered "I'm sorry mama, papa." Before walking away.
Outrage spread like wild fire once the village had discovered what the boy had done. What a ghastly act – to kill one parents!
years later the boy returned, hoping to find a home. The village recognized the boy immediately
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He stood there transfixed looking at the mangled corpses before him. it wasn't his fault… was it? He had told them to stay away. He had told them of the monster he really was. he had told them that he could not control it. The monster inside of him. But they would not listen. They could not. His eyes scanned the once, lively field only to find man and child alike dead. Blood spilling from their bodies. He looked down and saw the blood of various people splattered over his figure. He turned away before looking over his shoulder and muttering "All I wanted was to be left alone but you stupid humans just had to keep pushing and pushing and pushing. So can you really blame me for the massacre that followed?". He ran his fingers through his once white hair and sighed, "it really was inventible" before disappearing into the distance, his now pink hair with him. he really was, all alone.
The boy wandered for days and nights in a dense, dark forest. He spent his days in a mindless daze, he ate when he was hungry and slept when he was tired. A dragon by the name of Igneel found the boy and took pity on him. the two grew close, the dragon had taken the role of the boys dad. Although all good things must come to an end, so on July 7 X777 the dragon disappeared.
a time later, the boy decided to try his luck with humans again. This, is where our story begins.