I wasn't always like this, a monster, I was once what was considered normal. That, of course, was a long time ago. I am very sure that I haven't suffered as you have, dear survivor, but I'd like to at least keep the history of this shattered world. I will not be in history books that I know thus you will only know me by my research name, 307. This is not a sad story, nor is this history of those who speak in the language you are reading in. This is the story of Verokia. 

Choose Wisely- 

307

The God Children Project 

When the Planet of Verokia split in half, scientists made a study to make the concept of heroes real. They took children from each country only to find the ones that survived were from a small and secretive country called Allerand. This was terrible news to the head scientist who was a man of a strange little planet called earth. The lead creatures of Earth who persistently call themselves humans, the master race, detest the Allerish due to their winnings in many wars. The children were put through torture and many experiments until they held a very important power. The most famous was a small five-year-old boy who was known as 307, he was able to shift into a simple songbird. This was not why he became famous though, he earned his fame since he was the only child to escape that night only ended in tragedy though. He killed the only Earth woman who survived the trip to Verokia. She was also the wife to his caretaker, Mathias Lord, he had sworn to keep a close eye on the miscreant until the end of his days. 

The corridors were cold and quiet when he made his way to 307's cell, an old song his wife sang to his daughters cursed his mind as he looked at the door. He felt his heart shatter all over again while standing there, he had never felt so alone in his life until now. He took a deep breath and opened the door to look at this small boy, he still could not grasp the fact that someone who looked so fragile could kill someone in the way this child did. But, this was the known danger of the job. 

"Good morning 307," he spoke harshly while his anger consumed him. It felt like lava, boiling his bones and holding his heart as he watched this boy look away and refuse to answer. He studied the heartless killer for a moment. 307 was thin with light brown skin, he had short auburn hair and lifeless, brown eyes. The child had a cut on his elf-like ear and a scar on his left cheek where his wife was able to defend herself. His clothes were like all the others, a light grey shirt with tattered pants hung loosely on his delicate frame. He deceivingly looked like he was made of glass which made it easier for him to lure people into a painful end. He shifted anxiously while waiting for whatever hell he would have to go through today, Mathias indeed planned a horrible punishment for the boy, but it was all going to start with a  simple conversation. 

"How did it feel… when you did it? Did you feel victory?" He prepared many syringes. "You killed a kind-hearted woman, she was a mother of three beautiful children. You killed their mother." 

"Mother? Is that what you're going to use against me? Yes, that's appropriate, bring up a loving mother to an orphan to hurt them." The small boy's voice croaked like a frog due to dehydration and sleep deprivation. It made the poor scientist smile hearing the broken melody. He picked up the first syringe and looked over his shoulder. 

"You do make a convincing point, guess I should remember you have no heart." he walked over and stuck the needle into his fragile forehead and put the burning poison into his bloodstream only to listen to 307's tired screams. "This is small compared to the pain you gave me, this is ALSO small compared to the pain I'll put you through today!" He pulled up a stool and watched the boy scream in agony. His cries were soon accompanied by other children who feared they might be next. Mathias could not help but laugh, this became his new entertainment. Day after day he would put 307 through the same torture until it became mundane. He started his new fun by taking a small part of his ear, then it escalated to his stomach, later a kidney, lung, intestine. He replaced the human-like parts with machines. 307 had to learn how to fix his damaged parts and survive like this until the Anti project revolution broke in and saved him and the last surviving few. 

Mathias was killed during the revolution but his work still haunts the now seven-year-old 307. He was put in the survivor home and the adults there affectionately call him Jay Willams. He became the town's sweet bluebird which was his ticket to fame. History books depicted him as a great hero and tourists prayed to him like he was a god.  Jay was not pleased by this treatment and lived a life of self-destruction. He despised himself and ran away at the age of thirteen. No one had seen him for four years, most assume he was dead, others like to think he is living peacefully in the Detenbrough forest. Both of these assumptions are horribly incorrect. Jay was living a very secret life in a unit of tree houses. He was also such a good thief that no one would notice anything was missing until he was gone again. Soon his existence along with the other godchildren whofollowed his example became nothing more than a legend that parents would tell misbehaving children. That was until a curious girl wandered into the wrong part of her forest.