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Since I have a memory of my own self that I have always been alone.
I was born in the slums of a city filled with corrupt aristocrats and a king that never gave a glance to the people that needed his help the most.
My mother? I never met her.
My father? I never met him.
I was born as the only surviving egg inside a nasty poodle in the streets, I crawled my way through the nasty and fool-smelling water as I arrived in the slums, a place filled with danger.
I did not know how to speak, nor read, not even fight… I was lost.
I just knew that I was born and that deep within me, there was the instinct of survival, to ensure it at all costs.
I survived my way through hunting the small crabs and fish that lived in the nasty pools of the streets, they were not delicious and tasted bitter, but were enough for me.
