Life, as I have come to learn, is unfair. Forever against you, always twisting fate to combat you. Making each new day a challenge, forcing you to fear every sunrise, and to only ever relax when sleeping.

I know the grip of life.

I had my family ripped away from me by some injustice called "destiny". My life's course already written for me, leaving me with nothing to do but to follow the path towards my doom.

I'm an older, wiser man now, of course. Free of my dreadful, poisoned chains, free of my wish to be the world's undoing. Free to be happy and enjoy my son, whom I am so proud of, and my best friends, Wu and Misako.

But my life from before still haunts me. I cannot help but lower my head in shame each time a complete stranger tells me of the damage I had done to their life, or the loved ones they had lost because of me.

I cannot ignore the pain I experienced, after coming back to my true self, free of my chains, and see my brother's pupils limp and groan from the injuries I had inflicted on them.

I could argue that all the things I have done were things I didn't have control over. But at the same time, that would be a lie. The anger I possessed was part due to the evil blood coursing through my veins, yes. But I was also angry at destiny.

I hadn't trained all my youth to become an evil dark lord. I had trained to become a respectful, honorable warrior. I had never wanted to end up hating my younger brother and all the other people I had grown to love. I didn't want to be the monster that I was.

But I can't go back and change the past. No matter how much I wanted it to disappear.

There had always been something different about me, even before the evil venom was injected into my blood. My parents always told me they knew there may have been something particular about me from the very beginning. They always would mention when I was born, in such conversations. When I was born, I wasn't crying. Something not too uncommon, of course. But still, different.

I had an uncanny ability for getting into trouble. I was a curious little tyke, which often get me into heaps of said troubles. Despite being a handful, I was a pretty normal looking kid. I had tousled, dark brown hair and stormy-gray eyes.

My younger brother, Wu, was born when I was about two years old. Wu was pretty much the opposite of me. Besides sharing our Dad's gray eyes, we were pretty different.

Wu had platinum blond hair, and an innocent face that you never could see doing any harm. He followed the rules, was always polite and quiet, and was seen by every teacher as some sort of angel.

For two people who were not very simular in any way, we became decently close. In fact, I think my closeness to my brother was why everything happened. It all started on a regular Saturday morning, in which I was introduced to Wu's best friend.

And in which I became destined for my doom.