Prologue
One of my earliest memories is a foggy recollection of this man handing me a bear. I've never asked him why, even now, after 1000 years. the bear was pretty much the only family I had. With him, this yet to be named protector given to me by my father was the only one in the entire land of Ooo that I knew. At the tender age of three I set out on an adventure with this bear, This stuffed bear of family, this stuffed bear of magic, this stuffed bear of protection. The land of Ooo was different than my body was made to handle. Unbeknownst to me this bear protected me from the toxic light that would of otherwise killed me. Unbeknownst to me this bear protected me from the hungry eyes of the beasts of Ooo. Unbeknownst to me this bear tried to protect me from the one who would destroy me and this bear. This bear eventually protected me from my father. I wouldn't be here without that bear, and this is his story.