"On my home planet Zeca, we led a simple life in the Myano Kingdom.
Our parents were humble farmers. At the age of eight, with my brother two years my senior, we lived in a modest family with a small plot of land, cultivating grains and vegetables."
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"Let's reunite with our parents and live joyfully with them," my brother proposed, his face lighting up with a broad smile.
Such naivety.
A month had passed since we fled from our homeland, the only place I had ever known. I found myself fond of this unnamed town, bustling with common folk and stray dogs and cats, lively streets, and heartwarming scenes of children frolicking on the ground and heading to school.
I yearned for that life. All my life, I harbored one desire: to escape from our land. Despite my tender age of eight, I detested our land, the scent of demon blood haunting it like specters.
