My Paper Heart
Mozenrath had never really liked reminiscing on the past. His past was not something that should be remembered. His mother was a woman who had sold him to fund her various addictions, his father was unknown. He was looked down upon by even the lowest of the criminals and beggars in the city.
Destane had bought him as a small child, he was frail and shy before he had become used to the conditions of his apprenticeship. Destane was a cruel master, one fond of torture and other unmentionable acts. Yet when he told the woman across from him about his life before he met her, she simply moved to hold him and told him she would never let go. He felt a strange warmth bloom in his chest and wondered how one human, a woman no less, could change the emptiness that had been there since he was born.