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My master was quite a shock for his progenitors. I chuckle when I think of his mother's reaction, the sudden mix of shock, shame, and fear. I wish I had been there to see it myself. The older male who had impregnated her disappeared, and even with all my knowledge and conquest, I have yet to find any clue as to where he is or if he even existed. Upon discovering she was pregnant the distraught teen attempted several forms of homemade abortion and suicide, but the Blessing of the Dark, and the Curse of the Light prevented the success of such activities. With much dismay, the girl was forced to carry the child to term due to powers beyond her control.

My master was born on July 31, 1997. I keep this date very close to my heart, because despite the current situation, the war and the many lives lost to get to my goal, I still hold my master very precious. He loved his birthday for the sheer fact that Harry Potter's seventeenth birthday falls on the same day in the book Order of the Phoenix. He was so easy to please when he was younger, and the world made more sense...

The Incident occurred in the summer of 2001, when my master was four years of age, and as a result he was admitted to the Organization. Master's mother left him alone in the house for about an hour. My master, being quite upset and bored, discovered he could make sparks by clapping his hands. This of course, enthralled the toddler, and when his mother returned, she found a sweltering fire, with flames that licked the sky above, and in it's fiery midst unscathed, was the child she had left behind. My master was laughing and bubbling with joy, as he sat in the hottest portion of the flames, his clothes perfectly intact and his fingers black with soot. When the authorities were called my master was confiscated, and his mother compensated and given a story to tell all who questioned the disappearance of her child. She was to say that the child that had died in the fire. The last image my master saw of his mother was her sigh of relief and the smile that grew from that sigh as she counted her money.

I stayed up many nights with my master, lightly patting his head as he shifted and turned in his sleep, muttering the phrases, "Mommy No..." In his sleep. My anger is boiling over now, dreaming about the incident as I ride in the back of the armor-plated Humvee. Anger bubbles up within me again and my consciousness is slowly lifted to the surface, so I can feel the vibration of the vehicle I am in, and hear the sweet sounds of a revolution. My eyes open slightly to ascertain where we are and I see the ruins of a small Arizonian town. It is such a beautiful sight I can't bring myself to fall into slumber again. Through hazy green eyes, I can see the remaining humans being led in a single file, closely followed from behind by groups of various creatures. If my calculations are correct, then a similar scene should be playing out all across the country, and soon the world.

"Doctor," I moan through the fog of a deep radiation induced sleep. "Stop the car a moment."

The helmet in the rear-view mirror nods and we slow to a halt. I nod back to let him know he has done well. I fear Elrick's resolve. It's understandable really; I wish there was some way I could show him that I view him in a more esteemed light than I do the human cattle being rounded up outside.

I shift again, the pleasant release eliciting a slight moan from my now reptilian lips. My scaled hands reach for the door handle and I am ever so thankful I was imagined with opposable thumbs. My tentacles make a slight pop-pop-pop as the suckers grab, suck, and pull away with each step. I roll out of the car door, walking very much like a drunk spider, but still holding some form of prestige. I get a closer look at the creatures leading the campaign in this town. I expected a majority of nature spirits, OtherKin, and Anthromorphs in the western states, but I did not expect this amount. I can only see one troll and what appears to be a Scribble riding her shoulder in the far back. The Scribble must have eaten a bird, as it has little bird wings and tuft on the back of it's head.

All the creatures recognize me immediately. A few of the canines even bow. The wolves show the sign of respect in their culture, a strange salute by standing at attention and covering the area of the chest above the heart with the back of their fists. I notice the Scribble hop from the She-Troll's shoulder and rush at me, happy to see me. I smile and bend a tentacle for the small critter to climb up on. It welcomes this gesture and takes a place on my right forearm, which I hold up specifically for it.

The humans needed a bit more time to realize who I was but when they did, I could pick up short abrupt words from those being herded away.

"... Is that..."

"...Blue Octopus Lizard?"

"... General-Dressed..."

"... I swear it's the devil!"

"... Hee Hur, Look at the pretty birdy on his sssssholder'."

That last comment makes me pause and I walk to the line, silent and reserved as ever. I follow the noise back to it's originator and find a small child with a hare lip and eyes set too far on either side of it's head. The eyes are misshapen and squinting, making me doubt the poor little girl can see anything at all. Her nose is bent in such a way I almost assume it's broken.

Looking side to side I see that the line of humans is cramped except for this one spot. They refuse to get to close to this small female creature. Suddenly the Scribble on my arm squeaks as I realize...

... This girl was not harmed at all. She was born this way... And none of these people want anything to do with her. My green eyes can't get any wider and I kneel down like a spider, by bending my tentacles underneath me, until I'm sitting eye level with the small girl. She looks me in the eye, and I smile. I reach aside with my left hand and carefully clutch the Scribble. It squeaks it's approval before I hold it out to the small child. The girl carefully takes it.

"Birdie?" She looks at me confused.

"Birdie here heard what you said about her. And she thinks you are even prettier, little girl."

"Birdie... Likes. Me?"

I smile and pat her head softly, " Birdie says she would love to be your friend forever and ever."

At my words the Scribble climbs up her shoulder and rubs against one side of the little girl's face.

Then something amazing happens.

This girl. This small, misshapen, God-forsaken, little, alone, frightened, and confused girl.

She looks up at me and smiles.

And it is one of the most beautiful, most divine things I've ever seen in my entire existence.