Child of a Lesser God
(A Sage's Reflection)
I am perfect. A prodigy.
Or so they tell me.
But who am I?
I have been called Tessa since I was a child.
Yet I have never been a child.
I learned to hide the truth from a very early age.
Because everyone wanted something.
I could read their minds. I knew their moods.
I
could anticipate their wishes, based upon past behavior.
I
couldn't forget anything. It was all in my head.
Forever.
I
learned how to give them just enough to keep them happy.
It was
the only way I could keep anything for myself.
All my life,
I've been many things to many people, but I've
never been able to
be myself.
I have been called many things. But one of them is
a dirty
secret.
Half-breed. Bastard. Mutant.
How
is it that I, whom they say is perfect, could be the child of
a
lesser god? Was not all of human kind created in the image of a
god
incarnate?