Brown hair, blue eyes. What does most of the Maple World think of? Freud, the deceased dragon master. Thus, when someone appears with the same looks also claiming to be a dragon master, they all immediately assume that he is Freud and will exactly be like him.

Evan knew he is definitely not Freud. Yet, he couldn't help but wonder why his own uncanny resemblance with the deceased and much more powerful dragon master. It was there, his own appearance, it was what partially defined him, yet it didn't at all. He could recall the numerous times that the other Heroes and the Maple citizens had called him Freud; they are still making the same mistake to this day, even after he had already joined over two to three years ago and corrected them for perhaps the umpteenth time. He didn't want to let their hopes down though. He tried to be more like Freud and less of himself, just so the Maple World didn't lose hope.

As time went on, Evan gradually built up a different him, one that the Maple citizens actually wanted to see. He knew it wasn't exactly him, but it had to be done, for the Maple citizens' sake. It was what the citizens, right? They wanted him to be more like Freud. More witty. More confident. Less childish. Less naive.

'Freud?' Those heroes never learn, do they? Evan gradually accustomed to the name and stopped correcting them, since, after all, it is what the heroes wanted to hear. Evan didn't move his gaze from the book that he was reading. He read for long hours, mostly just for the pure fun of it, so much that he often skipped meals and sleep, just to learn more information or take notes, or even just for learning the events that was going to happen in the next chapter. It always appealed to him, he never knew why. Probably the only thing he ever shared in common with the previous dragon master.

Evan closed the book, having already finished it and shifted his own gaze to the mirror. What was he seeing actually? He knew it wasn't him, after all he left that and changed into this different character of his. The other heroes always called this character 'Freud' at which, he would usually won't respond as they always seemed to catch him busy doing something and always had to find him. But it wasn't Freud either. It was less witty and a tad more childish than Freud. If it wasn't Evan nor Freud, then who exactly was this dragon master?

Evan realised, that this character was a bit too perfect. Completely perfect to please almost everybody. Almost. That dark magician never seemed to like him, but didn't really hate him. This character studied a lot, read a lot, practiced magic a lot, helped people a lot, more often at the cost of his sleep and other things that this character deem important, like say, visiting the farm. This image, Evan realised, was what he threw away his normal personality for. A personality that pleased everybody around him. He didn't like it, but he was stuck with it. It was what 'defined' him. And now, he wishes to have the old definition of him back.


Nothing that is really meant to define him, his appearance and his own personality, really defined him, did it?


AN: I am terrible at English... This is my first fanfiction here. Go on. Grade me harshly if you wish. I am not stopping you. Just leave me a note on how to improve.