On the day i was born, there was some kind of symbol on the right side of my neck that the doctors discovered. It was said to be rare, but i was actually the first person to have it, but soon other babies started to get it, rarely tho. Apparently the symbol meant that i had special powers.. In our world there are humans, animals, and creatures. Our creatures are like humans except they can also turn into things like dragons, animals, or just these mythical things, and umm etc.. but the powers i had were actually more stronger than those creatures or animals and humans. the doctors said i was really dangerous and wanted me dead before i can do anything bad, but my parents begged and begged for them to keep me alive, and one of the doctors decided that maybe they should just let my parents go, that maybe they should let my parents live life raising me and letting them keep their daughter. So once it was planned that my parents can keep me, they ran out the door as fast as they can but accidentally encountered 2 police officers outside and the police saw the mark i had on the right side of my neck and chased after my parents who hopped in their car and tried driving away. It was nighttime and the cops were catching up, so my dad hopped out the window and flew, he was a dragon. He took me with him and tried flying away while my mom tried driving home safely, but before he could plan where he would put me and what he was gonna do, he was already low to the ground and slowed down to try putting me down softly and in a comfy place where the cops couldn't see me. But then he got shot by the cops and fell to the ground twitching. i stumbled and rolled down the small hill dad placed me on and landed into a pile of leaves and passed out. the cops never found me, but they heard a loud crash in the distance on the road. My mom was scared for her life so she made the car go a faster speed, and when she tried making the left turn the car tipped over on the sidewalk and came rolling down until it hit a tree. i didn't know where we were.. it was dark and scary, and that's all i know.
It became the next morning and i was a newborn baby that was scared and alone while being wrapped up in a blanket on leaves. a couple heard my crying and came over, and after doing so a wave of shock hit them as they see me on the floor laying there helplessly. The woman took me in and the man followed by her side, they both looked worried and weren't prepared for situations like this. they first thought they should give me a name and get stuff that newborns would eat.. or something. The man remembered the old pogo stick he found laying in the leaves long time ago and thought that my name should be pogo. then his girlfriend decided that she would give me a name that sounded kinda good with it. My name was now:
Pogo Arin. And from that day forward that couple started taking care of me like parents.