He has been a beggar for years. It's time he had his revenge after he finally discovers who his parents are.
As far as he knew, earth was a constant hell for him. His parents had thrown him out of his house when he was just a baby. He did not even know how they looked. He just knew that they were the most heartless people in the world.
It was not his parents' concern that he had to beg for food and money, and that he had to sleep on dirty footpaths. He lived in a narrow stinking alley lined with garbage. The place was full of different kinds of insects and fleas, a fact he hated.
It had been a chilly December night when his parents had left him near the big dustbin, Old Martin had told him. They had gone as soon as they had thrown him there. If Martin hadn't picked him up, he would have certainly frozen and died. That was why he had loved and trusted him.
Martin was his closest friend, and cared for him like a father. He had an enchanting voice and often used to tell him stories. The stories he liked most were about Greek myths. He often used to wonder about what would happen if they were real. And he wanted to be a part of it. He wanted to be a great hero like Heracles or Perseus when he grew up.
But those were just dreams- a figment of his childish imagination. The real world obviously did not accept people who just sat and dreamed. And maybe Gods did not exist. If they did and if they were as good as people said they were, then why would he and Martin be living between heaps of rubbish. Or beg for food and get branded as pickpockets and thieves every time they tried to ask people for money.
One day he would certainly change the life he and Martin were leading. Till then…