Now that I definitely know you are interested in my story, or epic, or maybe you would call it a legacy, regardless of what you want to call it I believe you are worthy to know my name, a name that paralyzed many and has made foes tremble in fear from just hearing,the name of one born to rival god,and the name of the one who has fate itself at his fingertips. My full name is Daniel K. Zet.

Now that you know my name we will start this legend with what you people call the backstory. I was born on May 21 in the year of the dragon in the kingdom of Zetrion, during the time when hierarchy was most important along with social status, during these times if you were born rich you stayed rich and if thou was born a slave thou would stay a slave. I was born neither but I was on the lower end, I was not a slave but a son of a simple blacksmith or that was what I thought at the time. My father's name was Jason Viole Zetrionis but he preferred to go by Jason V. Zet, my mothers name was Anna K. Veron. Then three years after they met they decide to have me as you know I have my fathers last name and I also prefer people to not say the full version.

Though I was not born normal I was born with strength so immense I that could crush the heaven and an imagination that stretched to the cosmos. While I did grow up stronger than most adults I was quite the pacifist and because of this I ended up getting harassed by my peers and all of those around me. You see I hated the hierarchy and I always believed I could improve my status while doing so nobly, but everyone else shunned me for this opinion they said it would never happen, that I could never raise my status much so do it without being a criminal. And I hate to say this but they were right...

I could not get to the top without being claimed a criminal.

Now let me tell you how the day I quit my streak of pacifism started. It was a usual day I woke up in my room, one of the three, 3 by 3 meter rooms in my house which all in all had a squared meterage of 36 square meters, there has my room, my mothers room, the kitchen, and the room of my father who left when I was 3 years old and has not come back for 7 years, my house was shabby and each room was separated by a large piece of cloth the roof was made of wooden planks each room held up by wooden sticks stuck in the dirt floor of ours. Then as I walked out of the house I said goodbye to my mother and started walking to my school which was not even an enclosure it was a wide dirt area with one old man who was our teacher and one of the only people in my life who supported my goals. He taught us using a stick and drew on the dirt hardly being able to still hold the stick in his old frail shaking hand. even though there was no designated area our school was still recognized as a school by the count who ruled over the area we resided in and many others. But this day was special to us because on this day a servant of the count was to visit our "school." Before the man was even close to us we knew he was coming. We knew this because he was covered with jewelry from head to toe and wore red and gold silken robes. In this day he visited us, played a little and pretended to be nice to us so the people would approve of the hierarchy. This man left two hours because School was supposed to end. Coincidentally on this happy day our old frail teacher was not feeling well and had released us from class an hour earlier. I as happy as could be ,ran frantically home through the narrow, dirty streets, filled with houses as quaint and small as ours. I ran as if I was in a rush because usually on days when the counts servant comes my mother was never quite as cheerful and was only happy when I got home from school. I did not know why this was and my pure ten year old self did not suspect anything wrong and just wanted to go home faster so I could see my mother happier for a longer amount of time. Then finally after running for ten minutes straight I was at the my humble home, but something seemed wrong, as I got closer I heard the sound of my mother yelling in pain a screaming the words," NO NO WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS AGAIN CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME AND MY SON ALONE." That day as I entered the room I realized the horrors of this world I realized why my mother was always sad the day when the man of the count came. As I entered the room I saw a scene that I will never forget not in life or death, I saw the scene of the servant of the count forcing himself on my mother, all I felt was pure bloodthirsty rage I lusted for that mans death, the sight of his maniacal face as he was torturing my mother without a single glister of guilt behind his eyes. After that moment he had noticed that I was there. He then started on a rant which he started by saying," Kid what are you going to do(the words started getting more muffled) you are probably so angry you cant control it but what can you do if you do anyth-

At that moment I was blinded by my need for his death all the words became muffled together as there was a siren like ringing in my ears, I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my body. This is the point that I realized that all of the people who shunned me were right. Then soon after, I heard nothing but the ringing, I struck the man with power sufficient enough crush diamond.

I HAD KILLED THAT MAN.

Then people heard and the goonies of that man stormed in, my mother had fainted but I stood there and fought it turns out I was a natural warrior I had hit all of the goonies weak points and after I had beaten all the men of the count in a two mile radius, all of which came to avenge the man after they were all beaten I was covered with blood mine and the enemies and as I was about to faint I saw the silhouette of a man walk to my fainted mother and pick her up, then, BOOM I fell to the ground. As I fainted I felt the sensation of being picked up and carried, then I felt the touch of water. I was trying to survive with the little bit of conscience remaining but I could not,I felt the sensation of drowning, then I finally fully lost my conscience.