For the past 17 years, I've lived my life simple and straight. My one and true motto, "To protect and reveal the truth." My father has taught me that. But in order to do
that, I must hide my true purpose from others and place myself under the catagory, "Thief." For a long time now, I've been surviving on my own wits and Savvy. I have
moved from town to town searching for a suitable place to consider 'home.' To me, moving from place to place, leaving behind everything meant nothing. Seeing how I
distance myself towards everything and everyone, it makes it impossible to develope attachment and attachment is a weakness.
I expected to continue this way for the rest of my life... until I came here... Suddenly all these emotions overflow from deep within my isolated, chilled heart. Will these
emotions help me or hurt me in the end? I don't know, but I do know... There's no going back...
*This is a transfer of my story from Deviantart to here*