Story belongs to: QueenofDerpyPotatoes

When I was a child, nothing felt right.  No one showed emotions toward each other, other than  hate.  You would be considered weak if you ever did.  But, I was different.  I felt happy and joy, no one else did.  My parents hated me.  They considered me an abomination that should have never been born.  So then the neglect and abuse started.  I tried to show my parents that I was of worth.  I learned to makes portals and became a necromancer.  They didn't even bat an eye lass.  Then, one day after being thrown out the house, I heard someone crying.  I could tell right away it was a child's sadness, since it was common.  When I had walked around a bit trying to find the source of the crying, I found him.  A child crying under a tree, trying to mask the tears.  I began walking toward the boy, going as quietly as possibly.  Then, with just a few words, our story begins.