They used to laugh at me.
I was too short, pale, sickly. The other children laughed while they played and I stayed inside and read. I wanted to join them, but they shunned me.
But I learned, and I grew, and I became something more. I taught myself real power. Now the children don't laugh, but they whisper behind my back. I don't know which is worse.
Finally, just one last piece of the puzzle remains before I can reach my full potential.
I am Vaati, and if I will not be respected, then I will be feared.