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The whispers. They speak of things man has no courage to say aloud. The silence. It holds the pain of centuries. The crowd. All found themselves lost in a sea of others. I, I was just another. Just another child unwanted by the crowd. A devil, a monster, an evil. But the whispers...the whispers spoke my name. The whispers reminded all of legend. How the hated would become the hero, saving all from an evil disguised as the greatest good. The whispers also reminded all that legend was simply legend. A story to give false hope and purpose.