Let me tell you a story. A long time ago there was a boy running from a burning house in the middle of a desert. Tears fell from his eyes as at the house a man with a jet-pack and a laser was flying. He saw the boy, and the ground under the boy exploded. The jetpack man thought the boy died, and he left. A day later the boy got up. He ran more. One day years later, the boy, who was older, wiser, and still running, fell into a cave. He turned around from where he fell, and saw a portal. A weird looking monster snuck up on him, went "SSSSSSSSSSSS", and blew up. The boy fell in the portal, and was on a floating island made of strange rocks. He looked over the edge, and saw blackness. He heard what he knew later as a disorted "hello", and turned around. A dragon, as black as night, with purple eyes, and a large mouth, was there. A tall man who had the same skin and eyes knocked the boy out. When he woke up, he was in a forest near a marble house, and when he looked at a puddle near him, he almost threw up, he saw a man staring back at him, with half his face like the man on that island. He went over and looked in the windoe and saw HIM. The man from years ago, who killed his parents, burned his house, and almost killed him, was in a bed, looking at a young man who looked like he was crying. The young man was the son. The old man gave the son a book, and closed his eyes. The boy, who was staring in the window, looked sad as well. The man who he planned to kill was loved by his son.