As Michael grew up he realised that he had immense strength. He could take trees from their roots and throw them around. He could do almost anything. But in this world of magic he had none. But that was what he wanted most, as he trained he kept weeping about what he didn't have as his mother died in a fight to save his life. All he could do in this world is weep without anyone comforting his grieving soul. As he turned of age he finally went out to explore the world, he walked but never found one person to talk with, and after a few months he found a small village but he was driven away because of his race. He wasn't aware of what he was and he wanted to know. He was searching far and wide to find someone who was like him being something like a monster. But he didn't know that he was really one...
