A silken blue ribbon fell from the ceiling, The last piece of anything from this world, and wrapped itself around the small baby's wrist. It smiled, and fell asleep silently, and the ribbon glowed slightly before slowly dissolving into nothing. That baby was, no, I'm not going to tell you he was superman, although at times he will seem to be, or the world's savior, he is much more important. He did not have amazing physical strength just because he did, he worked toward it. This baby grew up in my world, my cold, cruel world. However, he was the last of his kind, and he had this kind of mental ability that was beyond my wildest imagination. I'm not sure how it came to be, but it is there. if he could harness his power, he would be able to recreate his world, much to our enemy's dismay. He must not know hat he is in constant danger, that he is being constantly watched closely by our forces. It will be years before this world, this universe, will be in balance, like it used to be. It will be destroyed if we do not awaken his dormant powers before he is sixteen. This could be difficult, because they will still be after him until he's fifteen. They think the world will end there. However, once they find out, they will be after him again. We will only have a year to awaken him fully before we all die. Who is he? Well, he was taken up by a kind couple, a rare sight now, and he was given their last name. Yamamoto.
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Sorry...That is insanely short...Expect another tomorrow. :)