Slowly but surely his body began to change, it started when he was nine. He became thinner, stronger but what disturbed him most were the dreams. He dreamt of war, thousands of worlds burning, dying, he dreamt of demons joyfully killing, corrupting the people.
He saw titans standing firm, like an impenetrable fortress, yet even they fell to the countless number of enemies, then a light consumed everything.
He awoke in the gutters of the city, the lowest of the low. Like always his mother was working trying to bring food to the table, so he snuck out like usual in there in the streets that he met his first real friend.
At times when their mothers didn't return they would stay out and look at the city lights.
Looking at the sky scrapers and how they seemed like heaven he swore to himself that one day that would be his.
So they ran and chased each other, playing crooks and robbers, who would have known that that would be his last day as a mere child because on that day he turned ten. It started easily in the simplest of ways, after he got home from playing he saw his broken hollow vide.
For some reason he had an uncontrollable urge to repair it, strange as it may seen he was able to do it and not just that upgrade it.
When he looked at the clock he was shocked it only took him five minutes to do it, then he saw the broken heater, the thing needed a new fuse but for some reason he thought he could fix that. Just like that the day flew by and when his mother arrived home, she was greeted with the smell of oil and her ten year old son arming a miniature robot in her kitchen.
It literally took an instant for him to jump and show everything he had fixed, upgraded or built for him to avoid a spanking. Being struck didn't scare him it was the principal he was ten and being put on his mother's lap then spanked was humiliating and demoralizing.
Still it was a miracle he escaped his sentence. Either way it was late and he needed to sleep.