Kyle awoke groggily to dawn. He turned over and saw the ashes of where the fire was. The note still remained untouched. He picked and looked at it. The words were still unreadable. He sighed and proceeded to get up. Then he was instantly knocked over by some force. He quickly saw a glimpse of what looked like children. They were the children from the orphanage. They were stealing his rations and supplies. He wanted to stop them but he was slipping out of reality.
When he awoke his "home" was absolutely destroyed. He was too weak to stand up. He began to cry "I have faith in the world but…but…" He couldn't finish himself.
It had been a few day since the kids ransacked Kyle. He hadn't been able to pick himself up again. He couldn't find food, he couldn't find a new home, he was a wreck. Ever since then he had snapped. He despised the world and everybody in it.
Kyle was in an alley way. He was cold, starving and tired. He saw people walk by with absolute disgust on their faces. He wanted revenge on this town. For abandoning him, for stealing from him he wanted the whole town off of the face of the world.
Then Kyle's leg started to burn. Specifically the upper part of his leg. He started to massage it when he realized, it was where the note was. He pulled out and to his surprise he could read it.
Only the true darkness of my son could read this message. Therefore you are the son of thee legendary purple dragon. If you wish to be free of this world. You will wait until midnight in your old home.
Your True Father